Bride Of The Shadow King Novels & Stories

"I will let him watch as I take everything that was his. And then, I will make you the one to end him. A True Bride’s kiss is the only thing that can kill an Alpha King, after all." ​He leaned down, his lips inches from mine. ​"Sleep well, my Queen. Tomorrow, the final ritual begins. And by sunset, you will forget his name entirely." ​The Emperor kissed my forehead, a touch that felt like a brand of ice. ​I lay there in the dark, my heart cold and steady. He thought he was the sun. He didn't realize that the sun only shines because of the darkness around it. ​And the Shadow was finally ready to bite. ​

The air choked of mystery, and though the window curtains were drawn close, the eerie sound of silence could still be heard from outside. "Throughout history, the blood kings have always been blessed with tremendous power. They get that power after a specific amount of blood has been spilled, and that is why, right from a young age, the next generation is strictly trained for war. The more people they have killed, the more power they unlock. When their power becomes activated, they feast on blood and destroy everything in their path; hence the name Blood King. "So why do we need a bride?" Calhoun asked. "You need to find the woman with who you feel a connection. When you find her, you both w

“Thank you all for taking the time to attend our wedding reception. I would also like to formally introduce to all of you the Queen of the Dragon Kingdom, my wife, Joanna Anastasia Pieterburg. As you all know, there have been many rumors circulating about my wife. Regardless of what rumors may be spreading out there, she is still the woman I chose. That is all I have to say. Please enjoy the feast.” Alex’s brief introduction is an implicit warning. Even if his wife is half-human, and even if it had yet to be confirmed what race she truly belonged to, or even if she turned out to be nothing more than a commoner, Anna will always be his wife.

The dark knight obeyed and stepped in. As the knight entered the room, the sun’s rays finally had a chance to penetrate the dim storage room, filling the room with its sparkling orange light. With great wonder, Leila saw the prince’s shadow cast clearly on the floor; Instead of a man, his shadow was shaped like a fierce dragon. Leila was gently pulled up by the dark knight. She blinked and shook her head, thinking she had witnessed some kind of illusion. She wanted to get another clear look at the shadow, but the prince had already left her sight.

“Swear that you will rise as our king, that you will shield us from the tyranny of light, and that you will burn a path for the shadows to thrive.” “I swear it,” Caelum said firmly, his voice carrying across the clearing. The wolves howled in unison, their cries rising into a deafening crescendo. Scene 3: The Crowning of Shadow A blade of black obsidian was brought forth, glinting faintly in the moonlight. Fenric pressed it to Caelum’s palm, slicing a shallow line across his flesh. Blood welled up, dark as ink. “With this blood,” Fenric intoned, “you sever yourself from the light. Rise, Caelum of the Hollow Valley. Rise as our Shadow King.”

"That cannot be right." The echoing voice continued without mercy. "He claims what is his. The Shadow King has been patient. But now the gates weaken. He comes for his bride. He comes for his queen. Refuse him, and everything you love will burn. Your mate will die first. Your kingdom will fall next. Come to him willingly, and he will spare them. He will give you the power you were born to hold." Rowan lunged forward and grabbed the Herald by the front of his cloak. "You will not take her. I will rip your king apart before he touches her."

She was completely away from that creature. The shadow followed the flow of the wind until it took her to the kingdom of Ischyros. Even if it's still morning, it seemed like night in their kingdom because of the darkness. The Shadow entered the hall through large windows and went to the hall where King Atticus was. "Where did you came from, Ophelia?" The King asked. When the Shadow stepped on the ground, it became the form of a beautiful woman. She looks like a goddess, but of darkness. It has a black crown resting on its white hair, its face is bold due to the height of its eyebrows and black lips.

"It just changed the price. Look at your mate's hand." Rhea looked down. Her hand was no longer silver. It was black—a deep, obsidian darkness that was slowly creeping up her arm, devouring the light. The Hex of Desire hadn't been broken; it had been perfected. "The Shadow King doesn't need a ritual to claim his bride," Lucien said, his eyes fixed on the creeping darkness. "He only needs a heartbeat. And you just gave him two." Ash looked at Rhea, horror dawning in his eyes. He reached for her, but as his hand touched the black skin, he felt a coldness so absolute it made his soul shiver.

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

After sneaking up quietly towards the locked entrance where my new spouse disappeared into, I pressed my ear against the door, listening closely. “... the werewolf bride,” I heard Xerathia's cool voice. “You saw what happened in the Everbinding Ceremony? She has no strength or discipline! She cannot~” “The Everbinding Ceremony was successful,” another female voice cut her off. “I didn't think Lady Kaela would survive it but she did. She's the one, I’m absolutely certain of it.” An awkward silence followed and I leaned away from the door. Why would they think I wouldn't survive the binding ceremony with Rhaedros?