Curse Of The Shadow Dragon Novels & Stories

His hands shook with fury. He thought of Kera. Of that innocent pup on the altar. Of Laura somewhere out there suffering. All because of this fucking shadow curse. All because creatures like these chose evil over good. "Hey!" Dante roared. The cultists spun around. Twenty pairs of eyes fixed on him. "You want shadow?" Dante snarled. "I'll give you shadow." He charged into their camp. His sword took the head off the first cultist. Black blood sprayed across the ground.

As the heir of the Tenebris, darkness Dragons, and Princess of all 8 clans, I should uphold the same views, but I couldn't, thanks to my father. The shop was rather busy when we entered. Several women ogled pieces on the mannequins but looked disgruntled when the assistants to the shop told them the prices. It seemed that the plummet in currency affected everyone. The owner of the shop stared down at us as we browsed alongside the rest of her customers. By the looks of it, we would be the only ones who purchased anything, but the burly woman with terrible grey streaks still glared. Cyra aimed for a turquoise gown in the furthest corner, with white embellishments. Everything was made of sub-p

A black and bluish smoke started to rise up from all around us. Just then, the sky turned darker. Somewhere in the distance, we saw weird looking dragon bones fly into the horizon. They were coming straight at us. As if that wasn’t enough, the werewolf corpses started to stand by themselves too. Blast it! This vampire had conjuring powers! I should have known since he had always used those dragon bones from before! “I need your carcass, Shadow wolf. They belong to me!” This was not going to be such an easy fight.

She asked. “The world might not survive the reawakening of the Shadow magic again.” He said and a shiver raced down her spine. “My steward is an avid collector of ancient texts and he couldn’t stop talking about the Shadow sorcerer at one point. There are texts that mention a curse, placed on the world by the Shadow sorcerer just before she took her own life. Should she be born into the world once again, the world as we know it shall end.”

The magical artifact glowed brightly, lending the imperial forces renewed vigor as they charged towards the remaining outlaws. Suddenly, there was a loud piercing screech and a large shadow fell on the outlaws as an enormous creature blocked the sun.

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

your fear, but I can also smell your courage. You are a rare one, Tela. And you have come to me for a reason." I swallowed, and I said, "I'm looking for Shadow." The dragon's eyes narrowed, and it said, "You have come to the right place. But you must understand that Shadow is not who you think he is." I didn't know what to say, so I just listened. "Shadow is not an evil creature as the dragon spoke, I felt a chill run down my spine. "Shadow is the father of all dragons," the dragon said. "But he is also a prisoner of his own making. He was born from the darkness, and he cannot escape it. He has tried to escape, but he always fails. He is a prisoner of his own power." I listened, and I could

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

I asked the messenger if he had a clue and he told me about a rising enemy from Raven Darkmoor. The Shadow born. My blood froze. I hadn’t heard that name in years, but the memory of it was still fresh in my mind, sharp and unsettling. The Shadow Born were a cursed bloodline, linked to dark spirits, with energy that could shift the balance of power within all the Clans.

she taunted, her voice a venomous echo bouncing off the arches, emotions twisted: rage at her defeat, fanatic joy in escape, slipping into a secret passage, the stone grinding as it sealed behind her. Soren raised his staff, the moonstone flaring bright, his voice rumbling like thunder through the chamber. "Moon's light, banish this shadow—return to the void!" The blue glow intensified, a beam shooting toward the shadow, the air crackling with energy, the runes on the walls dimming as the tendril recoiled, shrieking—a high, unearthly wail that vibrated the stone, blood on the floor bubbling before evaporating in steam. Emotions surged in Soren: triumph as the shadow dissolved, concern for Ve