Palace Of Shadows Novels & Stories

His personal assistant stood up immediately, awaiting his orders. “Andre, take me to the club.” “Sir?” Andre let out a surprised response. Philip ran several night clubs in the most active parishes in London. They all operated under the name Kilox. In Christ Church was the Kilox Gold club for the mature crowd, in St. Stella was Kilox Silver for teens, twenties and thirties and Kilox Platinum St. Peter was for the very elite. Philip never visited the clubs; he paid well to have them managed and they were all successful.

My heart stopped. “What?” “The council named him acting king.” Ronan's expression became unreadable. “He took the throne.” “Yes.” “Then we're going back.” --- The journey to the surface took hours. The tunnels were collapsing. Water flooded the lower passages. We climbed through broken stone and ancient roots until we finally reached a hidden entrance beneath the palace gardens. When I stepped outside, I stopped. The Shadow Palace looked different. Black banners hung from every tower. Soldiers filled the courtyard. And above the main gate—

The palace was alive with whispers, shadows twisting along the corridors like secrets eager to be revealed. Kaelin moved carefully, her boots clicking softly against polished marble as she made her way toward the council chamber. Every corner seemed sharper, every shadow darker, every servant’s glance a reminder that danger could hide in the most mundane places.

The first silver light of morning poured through the high, arched windows of Luna’s inner keep, slicing into the war chamber in long, ethereal beams. Dust motes drifted through that pale glow, drifting above cold stone walls etched with centuries of scars. The lingering scent of embers still clung to the air, mingled with the sharp tang of iron—a reminder that the forge and the battlefield were never far apart. Soldiers clustered in dim pools of light, their voices hoarse with fatigue, armor clinking softly as they shifted. Boots scraped against ancient tiles, echoing like whispered warnings.

The action translates like a punch straight into the pits of my stomach. With Herculean strength I did not know I had, I heave myself up and stagger out of the room. I don’t know how I make it out of the villa, but once I’m covered by the cluster of trees surrounding the mansion, I fall to my hands and knees and throw up violently, the heaves wracking painfully throughout my entire body. Once I’m done retching the contents of my guts, I dry heave some more. Afterward, my exhausted body collapses against a tree, right in my own filth.

I crumpled to the floor, shaking. “Wait!” he barked, storming after her, footsteps pounding down the hall. The room went still. Shards of glass glittered around me. My chest heaved as I stared at the door, knowing exactly what her mistake meant. Whoever that maid was, she’d seen too much. And if Elena was right—if Marcelo really was the man I suppose she claimed—then it was already over for her. Most importantly, over for me.

Their intentions on what they have planed for the doctor was worse than what any mortal could conger up on their worst day. Long shadowy finger like tendrils reached for the doctor’s shadow and grabbed a hold of it. His fat body hit the hard concrete floor. The shadows began to drag him slowly toward the vortex. He felt the strange tugging at his body and he could feel himself being pulled along by his shadow.” What the hell? Im not going any where with you.”He began to thrash about violently but to no avail. The shadows began to reveal the faces of all of his innocent victims. Every last woman, man and child.”NO! NO! IT CAN’T BE! YOU ARE ALL DEAD! NO! SOMEBODY HELP ME! PLEASE NO!” He contin

"But... a little coin, and I'll tell you how to see her." I tossed him a gold coin. "The Shadow Palace." The drunk pointed to the tallest building in the center of the city. "That's Nix's throne. Be careful, though. A lot of people who go in there don't come out alive." The Shadow Palace. I looked up at the grand structure built of black obsidian, and a strange feeling of unease washed over me. Why did it feel... familiar? After three days of waiting, I was finally summoned by Nix.

***** The time was 11 when shadows were seen coming out from a window in a hotel and was moving fast to the house of the next victim. Entering the palace was easy, too easy he must say as the shadows made their way inside the palace. The Shadows entered through a window and Demon stepped out of the shadows with his long sword and walked towards the bed. The youngest Princess was foolish enough to describe the palace in one of her posts and also describe where her elder sister chamber was located.

It probably was day in this Realm, when the people would wake up and go to work. The purple lights lit the path to the palace, and they walked on. Here and there they could see eyes turning to look at them, but most of them had no bodies. Even the ones who did have one, there were only faint, distorted outlines in various shades of colours- violet and black and indigo. A while later they came in front of the tree-palace, which surprisingly took longer than they had thought. The palace was towering, and buzz with the day's activities. Here and there they could hear the shadow creatures working, and whispering amongst themselves.