Death Is The True Heiress's Shadow Novels & Stories

But it could also kill everyone in the hall, friend and foe alike. The heir caught his eye, as if sensing his hesitation. “If you have something, now’s the time, Shadow Heir.” The name hit like a hammer. Not whispered, not hidden—spoken in the open, with every soldier and assassin within earshot. The Creed leader, a tall man with a raven-feather clasp at his cloak, laughed from across the hall. “So the rumors were true. The last of the Shadowblood walks among them.” His blade rose, pointing at Eolan. “Take him alive.”

I thought of the health report I had hidden under my bed. Using all my strength, I stood up. Suzanne just watched me without saying anything. Outside the door, footsteps echoed from the stairs. Suzanne pushed open the windows. The breeze tousled her hair as she smiled at me. "I'm taking everything you have, Sophia. Including your life." A feeling of dread washed over me. I lunged at her. "What are you doing?" As the door opened, Suzanne leaned back. I grabbed her— With a tug, she switched places with me.

“But don’t test your limits.” She smiled faintly, but the warmth in her smile quickly faded. “Cael,” she said, her voice trembling slightly, “Agnes… is she really dead?” He paused, then gave a solemn nod. “Yes, she was confirmed dead yesterday morning,” he said. “And now that she’s gone, I would personally take care of her accomplice. You know who”. Anaïs nodded slowly in understanding but his words sent a chill down her spine. Not because she doubted his ability, but because of how he had said it with what seemed like a subtle furnace in his gaze.

She highly doubted he was sorry, she could have bet he did it on purpose. His face showed no signs of remorse. He looked very intimidating and the fact that he wore dark clothes and his long black jacket bellowed around him, his irises were black as the night and his hair unruly long did not help him much. He sat at the vacant chair and everybody rose to slightly bow at him, Isabella was a little slow as she was not formerly informed of what she had to do. Shadow slightly waved his hands and they all sat. His eyes trailed toward her and he grinned brightly, “Oh Louis, your little sister is here”, he reached for her hand from across the table, “What a pleasant surprise that you agreed to join

The door didn't open, but a small slit in the wood slid back to reveal a pair of green eyes looking through at us. "I have to admit that the paperwork for your disappearance was a nightmare to file," the voice said, and it was my own voice. It was the Shadow. "But the True Council values accuracy above all else. You’re officially dead to the world, Iris, and Darius is just a footnote in a history book that is currently being rewritten." "What do you want?" I demanded, stepping up beside Darius so she could see we weren't broken yet. "I want the Anchor," the Shadow said. "The silver I took from Darius is powerful, but it is unstable and needs the blood catalyst to stay permanent. Since you’re

Her eyes stared at nothing, and there was blood trickling from her ears. "I killed her," I whispered. "The shadows killed her," Silas corrected, stepping closer. "The part of you that's fighting what you are. This is what happens when you resist your true nature." "My true nature isn't murder." "Isn't it?" He knelt beside me, his fingers gentle as they lifted my chin. "You are the Shadow Queen, Lunara. Death follows in your wake. It always has." I jerked away from his touch. "Don't call me that."

"I have a feeling that you know it already." It was rude because he knew that this someone who came with them was a princess back in Highlands but right now, she's unnecessary. Like the entire population of the human race, no one was important. Death knew all the exact route of where they were going and there was only one way to the fulfillment of one's desire. Death finishes all business and there's no better way to stop than that. Elena looked at him. She was trying to read him but she got no time. The shadow came forward and he allowed himself to be the instrument of it. The easy soul became something. He had business to do.

The combined scent — storm and jasmine, thunder and royal pine — rolled through the hall like a wave, drowning out the distant ritual call. Many nobles lowered their heads in submission. Some of the wavering western packs representatives nodded slowly, their expressions shifting from doubt to reluctant respect. Rowan, standing near the front, watched with a small, unreadable smile. His green eyes flicked between his brother and Caelan, sharp with calculation, but he said nothing. In the deepest southern wilds, the Shadow Crown leaders gathered around the ancient stones, their ritual fire burning high as they chanted the awakening words. “The True Heir must feel it,” their leader hissed. “The

Vincelli made a sickening chuckle and I felt lightheaded thinking about that, “Ana- Maria's dead? She killed her sister?" "Oh the things that girl would do for me." He sighed in awe. “I know what this is, you enjoy it, don't you? Turning people against each other, families, killing lovers, causing pain to others, to children- you have a God-complex agenda. You live for it." "You know, I always admired you, Archer Devereux, you and that Sinister Salvatore. I just love the scenario." “Beep Beep Beep. Guys." Moe's voice suddenly echoed, "We're in the basement right now and we just found Miss Violet Proca and Vitaly Orlov's body dumped down here."

My father's face darkened instantly. "Chester! Who said you're the heir to the Rodney family?! Who gave you the right to speak to Eliza that way?! Alicia may have been the heiress before, but from now on, Eliza is too! Don't forget why you were even allowed into this family in the first place!" In my last life, Chester inherited the Rodney family empire, but only because my parents died in a so-called "accident." Now, as I watched him lower his head while clenching his fists, a cold shiver climbed up my spine.