Death Is The True Heiress's Shadow Novels & Stories

Was all my father needed to say in order for everyone to get up. “Now, as I was saying before Drew rudely interrupted, Viola coming into her power isn’t something you should fear.” His voice echoed as it began to rise and he beckoned me forth with a wave of his hand. I went to my father and stood tall as his eyes praised me. “This is the heiress to Shadow Pack, your future alpha, a queen to Shadow Pack in her own right.” His eyes moved over everyone daring them to speak against him. “Viola, lead our shift.”

“Weird… so weird… on earth, during our institution day, y’all constantly conspire against me. Give me so little rest. The scars on my body are the evidence of y’all doing, though. You reap what you sow. Don’t you know?” “Shadow…” Shadow stopped right in front of them. Her blood-red pupils dilated watching them. Both of her brows lifted and her forehead wrinkled. They heard anticipation slurp from under the mask. They could be wrong. But it didn’t matter. What mattered was, they would die tonight. However, it wasn't an ordinary death. A long painful death. “Oh, the day is still long and the moon has yet to appear. I am gonna enjoy this. Don’t easily die on me, yeah? Hahahaha.” She unsheathed

“You broke the balance. The Crown was not a curse… it was a seal.” Killian’s body tensed. “A seal for what?” The being’s voice was almost a whisper. “For him.” The air trembled. And then — a second shadow began to emerge from the pit. Taller, darker, hungrier. The god Death had not been the true enemy. He had only been the guard. “Run,” the being whispered. “Before he wakes.” But it was too late. The sky cracked open, lightning bleeding red as the earth trembled. The shadow’s hand — vast and clawed — reached for the surface.

The title read: Trial of the Twelve: The Fall of the First Council. As the figure turned, moonlight revealed her face. Not Alessia. Not Juliana Moretti. But a third heir. One no one saw coming. She smiled. And said softly to the shadows: “It’s time they remembered the true heir to the blood throne.”

Cullen’s mother whispered. Hilarious. Because I already did. And then the thing spoke. The voice was… nothing. Not male. Not female. Not young. Not old. Just empty. “The Caller,” the Shadow Heir said. “You should not exist.” Wow. Hello to you too. Cullen growled. “Step back. Don’t come closer.” The Shadow Heir tilted its head like it was staring right at him—even with no eyes. “You fight for her,” the Heir said. “You will die for her.”

Five Years Later I wish I could say the nightmares had faded with time, but that would be a lie. Every night, they haunt me. The memories crash over me like a tidal wave the moment I jolt awake: Yolanda McKinney—the fake princess of the Blue Moon Pack, the so-called Alpha heiress—her crazed eyes locked on me as she floored the gas pedal. The sickening crunch of my leg as her car struck me, the searing pain as I crumpled to the ground, and the echo of her merciless laughter as she sped away.

She was the center of a storm, the Queen of an alliance that refused to be broken. And as the first limousines began to wind their way up the driveway, the 'Shadow Sovereign's Gambit' entered its final, high-stakes phase. The harvest was coming, but it wasn't Peony who would be doing the reaping. The morning brought the glamour, the silks, and the jewels. It brought the high-society elite and the hidden enemies. But it also brought the truth. The truth that the 'Loser Heir' was the most dangerous person in the room.

“I’m the real heiress of the Grant family.” “No way!” Yvette screamed, protesting, but then she realized we were not at the orphanage. She clamped her hands over her mouth and shook her head in panic. “You died so horribly in your last life. Ms. Hovard had to collect your body. I got there too late and only saw your ashes. And now, you’re saying you’re the real heiress? Who are you trying to fool? No parent could be that cruel to actually kill their own child.”

My mother stroked her hair, filled with pity, blaming herself for losing her daughter. Then, seeing the cold look on my face, she seemed a bit embarrassed. She quickly got up, came to my side, and held my hand to comfort me. "It’s okay, we'll just consider her an older sister. I could never abandon you," she said. Bella's look of hurt quickly twisted into one of spite, her eyes glaring at me with intensity. She hadn't expected that I, the impostor, would be so valued—that the return of the real heiress wouldn't mean I'd step aside.

Ava's words stayed on my mind, and I knew my bed would soon be empty. "Olivja, please," Jack said as he followed me into the bedroom. "What do you want, Jack?" I asked him, and he looked down with no response. "The feeling was overwhelming," he said, and I laughed. "You'd better head to Shadow and complete what you began, Jack. Don't expect my consent, as it will never come. I'll never say it's alright just to ease your conscience. The truth is, it's not alright! It's painful! It feels like a betrayal, and I can't recover from it. So, don't waste time hoping I'll have a change of heart because I won't. I'm the one who loses in this. Not you, not her, not the damn pack members, just me. Me an