Death Is The True Heiress's Shadow Novels & Stories

Body claimed and used in the most delicious ways. The heat was rising, and soon it would consume everything in its path. Lila would pay. Kael would break. And Darius would claim what was always meant to be his. The Shadowed Queen was no longer waiting.

The night wind whipped her hair around her face, making her look like a vengeful spirit. "Jenica!" he yelled, bolting from the car and into the building. The elevator was too slow. He ran up the emergency stairs, his body screaming in protest. When he burst onto the rooftop terrace, Jenica turned to face him. Her eyes were wide with a crazed, desperate fire. "Dexter," she cried out, her voice thin against the wind, "if you don't acknowledge him as your true heir, I'll jump! I'll take him with me!"

he says with a thick accent - I’m guessing he’s Ezra Aviet. “She’s a Décès - the heiress to Death’s Temple and the reason we’re on the brink of extinction!” A red-haired woman with an Italian accent cries out; she’s dressed in a tight-fitting black dress and heels, with diamonds and rubies adorning her neck and ears. Demitria Principe. “Exactly! She cannot be allowed to live, much less be part of our world!” A blonde wearing the same kind of dress as Demetria, but in royal blue, says in a deafening shrill voice. Nisha Devereaux, I assume, by her accent.

Back when he told me that, I thought he was just making it up to pressure me into taking over the sanctum. I still remembered the way he used to tap my forehead, half-annoyed. "You're not even on the list. The master chose his heir long before you were born. It's a very special and gifted boy." Could that heir be Max? I didn't waste time. I grabbed my needles again, adjusted the placements, and began breaking the spell. Half an hour passed. It should've worked by now. But he still didn't wake up, and I couldn't hear a heartbeat either.

she whispered, reclaiming control, drawing back but leaving the taste of temptation hanging between them. He straightened, shoulders stiff, gaze blazing. “I’ve heard whispers… of an order. Shadow Assassins.” His voice dropped lower, reverent, fearful. “They deal only in death. No trace, no trail. Their contracts vanish like smoke. Ancient, older than any court. Once sworn, they never fail.” Veronica’s breath quickened, excitement cutting through her fury. “Shadow Assassins…” She let the name roll across her tongue like a spell. “Whispered in corners, but never seen.”

She hisses and grabs the fleshy parts of his cheeks to force his jaws part, "Cat got your tongue?" Jayden sobs and huddles up into a corner, "Alora-" "Alora's not here right now." Iphigenia cackles away. The lights flicker and the shadows crash in on them like a tsunami of black water. Their panicked gazes are the only thing visible in the darkness. I am Death. She whispers to them, claws scratching on the wooden floors. They both flinch away from her as she circles around them-she treads around them with the triumphant steps of a victor. The building shakes under the gravity of her paws.

And on top of that we had to find out she was the famous Shadow of Death that has the mafia world in a choke hold. To say it came as a surprise but also at the same time it became obvious to me because of what she did the night I went to rescue her. She didn’t need our help at all she could take care of herself and so when uncle Stefano kind of came clean and told us who The Shadow of Death was after keeping the secret for many years because he was the only one who was allowed to know who it was.

At the reunion dinner, my adopted brother, Isaac Johnson, whispers in my ear, "The Johnson family only needs one son. You're just a country bumpkin. We don't need you here." I think he's right. So, I run straight into traffic at the intersection. My family is terrified. They rush over and manage to pull me back from the road. My sister, Rebecca Johnson, turns pale with anger and warns me not to upset Isaac again. I obediently nod. Then, late that night, I turn on the gas and leave a suicide note. "It's my fault for upsetting Isaac. I'll take the whole family to heaven with me. None of us will ever have to suffer again." My family stares at me as if I've gone mad. Later, at a party, Is

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

My head shifts slightly, "Gather." Immediately the Black Death disentergrates into a cloud that rumbles like wind blowing past me and the shadow, whisking through the strands of my hair and robe, a deadly wind, but I stand still as it, even as with incredible speed it breaks out of the throne room, racing past the shadow of Shade who doesn't as much as blink as it storms past. It can not harm her.