Bride Of The Shadow King Novels & Stories

My foster sister, Sylvia Blackwood, was so terrified of being bonded to the cold, merciless Alpha King that she rigged the lot the moment it was my turn to draw. I pulled out the Alpha King. The whole hall erupted. I looked toward my fated mate, Raymond Hale—but he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were locked on Sylvia, and only her. My brother, Carl Blackwood, didn't call out the switch either. He just let them whisper and laugh. I stood there frozen, eyes burning red. Everyone treated it like a joke. They never thought I'd actually go through with bonding with a wolf that dangerous. But staring at the same faces who once swore they'd love me forever—I finally knew. I was done. I was leaving.

Carefully, I rose to my feet and tried to run out when a black shadow appeared before me, all cloaked. "So you're the one making him soft." The shadow spoke, it was a woman. "He is cursed, and his curse will destroy you. He couldn't even hold it and hurt his family, and those around him. You are no exception." The shadow woman chuckled. "Who are you?" I asked, backing away slowly. "Me? A crucial part of his life." She chuckled. I didn't need anyone to tell me it was Lucian she was talking about. "Instead of letting you die uselessly, how about I take your soul and make it useful." She said, removing her hood and revealing her pale face and bloodshot eyes.

Zara’s head lolled against the cool silk pillows, her body heavy with exhaustion after the long day of preparations. The moment her eyes drifted shut in the safety of their cabin, the dream pulled her under like a riptide. She knew exactly where she was this time and who he was. She didn't arise with any foggy haze of confusion about that. The Shadow King stood above her.Thick black vines wrapped around her wrists and ankles, pinning her spread-eagle to an enormous four-poster bed draped in midnight velvet.

It meant he wished to play his dirty game again but with her daughters. He would seduce them or perhaps just force himself on them to see if any of them would get impregnated. “Will you…” “Yes, you know. Only Crimson Rukh can bear a child of a Shadow Demon (The strongest Demon cast, the Royal Demon of that time). There’s no other way to know, I’m in a pickle here too.” Trembling with rage, the witch finished the magic circle and rained down purplish-blue fireballs at him.

It's giving me goosebumps every time. 'But you should be addressed that way now.' 'We both know that is only a little play, Raja. Behind the curtains, I'm just Ophelia and nothing else. I'm only the temporary bride but will never be the wife. No need to pretend when it's just the two of us." 'But you must take note that even you're pretending, the rites and the blessing from the King and Queen are valid. So as of the moment, you are really Solterra's crown princess.'

"He's a heartless monster, darling. He's not what you think he is. He's only marrying you because his mother said so" Tears fill my eyes, the ache in my chest gradually increasing by the minute. "What is he?" I ask and he smirks. "Are you sure you want to know that?" He asks. "I want to know" "Your future husband is a demon. He became one as soon as he was cursed. He is popularly known as the shadow king. His winter magic has been replaced by shadow magic which can only be possessed by a demon. He would never be free from his curse, darling. Not even you can save him"

Viona stared up at the queen in bewilderment, unable to process her ridiculous words. She not only wanted her mate to bond but also a child to fulfill her quest for powers. The queen quirked her lips up into a smile, continued with greed glazing from her eyes, " A Tribid baby is the most powerful creature that can ever exist in history. Alaric comes from Royal Blood. If you can give birth to an heir, that child can rule over werewolves and vampires. I will pass him my witch power too. My grandson will be the most powerful creature on earth."

The world was quiet enough that she could hear the faint, trembling beat of his heart — proof that he was still fighting, still human, even after everything the curse had tried to make him. “This is where it ends,” she whispered, her voice low, fragile but certain. Kael looked at her, the red glow in his eyes fading like a sunset. “You shouldn’t be here.” “I was never anywhere else,” she said softly. “Every path — every choice — led me back to this moment.” The ground beneath them trembled. From the ruins of the shattered temple, the air split open. Darkness spilled forth like blood from a wound, and the Shadow King emerged — vast, formless, his voice echoing across the plane of what was onc

“You’re something more.” The words sent a shiver through her. Because deep down, she already knew. She wasn’t just a bride to the Lycan King. She was the Moonborn. And the war had only just begun. ---------------------------------------------- The battlefield was eerily silent in the wake of the Shadowborn’s retreat. Smoke curled from the fallen, their bodies dissolving into the cold night air. The Lycans stood motionless, their bloodied weapons still raised, watching as the last traces of darkness vanished beyond the crumbling walls.

He didn’t dismiss it. He went still the kind of still that only came from fear so deep it became instinct. “Describe him,” Rafael said. “Tall. Cloaked in black. Eyes like fire that had gone out.” Rafael turned toward the window. “He’s real, then. After all these years…” “What do you know?” I asked. He paused. Then: “The Shadow King isn’t a man. He’s a force. Born of betrayal. Fed by forgotten bloodlines. When the Moon abandoned her first daughter… he rose.”