Monarch Of Shadows Novels & Stories

His voice didn’t just echo in the air it echoed in my bones, in my soul. “You were never meant to exist, Emily.” My heart clenched. “What?” I whispered, the word barely audible over the silence. He extended a hand, and between us appeared a swirling orb of cosmic light and shadow within it, images danced like fragmented memories: the Moon Goddess crying into a sea of stars, Merlin sealing a spell with trembling hands, and…me. A baby wrapped in silver light, born from a rift that should never have opened. “You are a cosmic anomaly,” the Monarch murmured. “The prophecy was never about you saving the world it was about you deciding it.”

He stood tall, his eyes fixed on the encroaching shadows, as the Forest Shades encircled him with their haunting presence. Their forms were ethereal, their figures shifting and blending with the darkness. Their eyes, a piercing shade of emerald, seemed to possess a wisdom that transcended mortal understanding. Prince Edon, his heart heavy with the weight of his impending doom, knew deep within his soul that he possessed no power over the formidable Forest Shades. The realization that he might meet his end in this forbidding place filled his mind with a mixture of resignation and determination.

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.

Fast. Precise. Deadly. He watched them approach. Fascinating. They were no longer just tools. They listened. They chose. He extended his hand. And the shadows— Paused. Not stopped. Not broken. Acknowledged. “Not yet,” he said softly. Then— He stepped back. And dissolved. Not into darkness. Into mist. A pale, shifting veil that unraveled his form piece by piece until nothing remained. Gone. The shadows passed through empty space. The Monarchs reached the tree line.

“And oh, include the level of your shadow and the type.” Z’s eyes widened. She stared at Sloane with disbelief, as though she’d gone mad, as though she’s a talking corpse. She could lie, of course. However, she knew very well that’d be a risky business. What if they asked for proof of her statement? What if they demand to see her shadow? She closed her eyes, biting her lips so hard. ‘This is such a mess!’ “Right! I’ll go first.” Sloane smirked. “I know you’ve heard of me, but I’ll introduce myself for formality. The name’s Sloane. I’m a fifteen-year-old powerful and intimidating Shadowest from Beththorphe Empire.”

He nodded, contented from my response. “The shadow pack has a secret gift, passed down to generations. Its an ability inherited from our ancestors, an ability to see through the shadow of the people. It is called the ‘shadow eye’.” I... haven’t heard of that. My confusion must have illustrated with my reaction that Jacob gave an immediate explanation for it. “I have the ability to see colors, shades of it, to the shadow. These hues have meaning such as envy, joy, sadness, wrath, arousal, some certain emotions. Also, uh, strength and… weakness.”

I asked him, now alarmed. "Nothing has changed, child, nothing. Everything is as it was in the Banal Realm. Except the mythical creatures and the folklore ones, for they have awakened and are preparing to take over the other realm which is only given to The James by the spirits. Therefore, you must stop this rebellion and resurrect this court for everyone's utmost safety." He had sat down on one of the chairs of the round table. "You must know the six families of the Kingdom of Magna that are present in this world?" He asked me.

“You – you said you need me and my spirit stone, right?” He looked at me with hard eyes. “I do.” “What do you intend to do with it?” “Only our king could answer that.” “Who is your king then?” “Our king is the great Apricusian leader – King Helion.” So, even the vampires are after this Shadow Rune relic… “Alright, you can have it, but you have to promise me one thing. You have to keep your word to Samalah. You must really help them out after this,” I said.

The full moon hung like a bleeding wound in the sky, bathing the Shadowthorn ritual grounds in crimson light. Aria’s heart hammered against her ribs as Alpha Kael Voss circled her on the raised stone platform, his golden eyes locked on hers with raw, predatory hunger. The entire pack watched,hundreds of wolves in human form, their breaths visible in the chill night air. Tonight was the Mating Ritual. Tonight, the Moon Goddess would decide. Kael stopped behind her. His massive frame radiated heat. One large hand slid around her throat, tilting her head back against his bare chest. The other gripped her hip, fingers digging into the thin white ceremonial gown that barely covered her.

The threefold sigils glowed brighter than ever. In the center of the hall, steam hissed from the broken fountain. From its depths rose… A shadow. Watching. Bleeding from its eyes. Nyra’s heart seized. The final figure of legend, the true Monarch of Blood, had returned.