Prince Of Shadows Novels & Stories

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

The prince’s eyes lit up in surprise and fury, and even Dahlia, who was so frigid before I spoke, looked alarmed and frightened. “I am guilty, my prince. I was doing something bad behind your back, and I was also in Payn yesterday.” “Then you, scoundrel – you admit you’re that Shadow wolf?!” “Shadow wolf,” I said, laughing softly, “Shadow wolf? Are you referring to the wolves of the Shadow Rune Pack? Aren’t they just some fairytale, Prince Kaist? I didn’t take you as someone who believes in make-believe stories.” The prince, perhaps losing his cool already, suddenly seized me by the collar.

I finally said as I was passed into Javi’s arms. “I’m so fucking sorry baby, I’m so--” “Shh,” I cut him off. The darkness came again. I was in the dark again, like the time I saw Noora years ago. But there was nothing, just darkness. I tried yelling for someone, but there was nothing. What the hell did this mean? I thought about what Noora said in the first dream, and it all made sense. The prize was the bomb, I knew that now, and I never took my eyes off it, and maybe I was meant to see it through.

He had stood in the shadow of the hero, and he had seen the cracks in the stone. He finished his "maintenance" and drove back down the hill. He passed the news vans, the guards, and the grieving followers. He felt like a shark moving through a school of colorful, panicked fish. Back in his basement, Silas turned on the monitors. The "ghost" sensor was live. He could see the interior of the Sorgentone living room. He could hear the Legend pacing on the hardwood floors. The "Hero’s Shadow" was no longer just a metaphor. Silas Thorne was now inside their walls, under their skin, and in their very water.

As a result, both Dark and Z were already catching their breath, though Dark still looked confident. “It appears you can’t beat me.” There was a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Why I’ve thought, Z, that you’ll give me much entertainment? Are you ready to face the consequence of boring the hell out of me?” Z nodded at Kleint who grinned. He wheeled his hands, his heart drumming a little. A purplish light outlined his curves as his shadow stretched out of his body, circling him like some kind of horse welcoming its owner. Kleint patted it on the head, and it stretched all around the dimension. In less than a minute, the shadow of his shadow shaded the bluish lights of the dimension, plun

You know the saying ' Your worst enemy could be your best friend'? Or something like that? That's was how I felt at this moment. A gun pointed at my head and the only human I could think of was this Arrogant bastard, and to make things worse, he actually came for me. "Say, the president's son came to party." The dark man said as he moved the gun to Sinister. " Or should I say, your Prince Charming?" I turned towards the Adam behind me frowning in his direction as I pointed at the guy before me, " Do you know him Sinister?"

Another explosion rocked behind their back and the impact flew the three of them to the other side of the ground. “This is a fucking annoying,” Shadow yelled as she hauled the crown prince and her brother inside the sunk ground. “I can tell this is a setup. Fucking bastard.” Yet, a smile emerged on her face. “You think?” The crown prince’s expression changed indefinitely. “What the hell, man?” The wolf howled. Albert ignored this ungrateful brat and spared his attention on his sister. “What should we do? Should we fight back?” Shadow looked around and ducked yet again.

Third Person Point Of View: The prince stayed beside his princess’s bed for nights. She was yet to wake up, the doctors have said that she still needed to heal after everything that had happened to her. The prince was unaware that his love would not remember him, he was not aware that all she remembered of him was his brown eyes, and even the peace the princess tried finding in those brown eyes, were now close to nonexistent as she couldn’t see herself having any peace after what the king had done to her.

Dark stopped running and grin at the Prince. "Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Dark Lucifer Dontizu, but you can call me Dark. I am the son of the five Princes of hell and the Lord of hell. The King of darkness and the ruler over you. I won't kill you," Dark said. "But this should serve you as a warning not to come near Raziah again. She now belongs to me." he added and walked out of the whirlwind made of black mist. The whirlwind moved, carrying Prince Aragorn out of the Palace.

The kind of stain you burn the whole painting for. And yet—somehow—my best friend has two of the most dangerous ones sniffing around her like she's a walking bag of O-negative and unresolved trauma. Two. Not just one of the four fabled Shadow Princes—two. I honestly thought I’d be dead before I ever got a whiff of any of them. These aren’t the type of monsters that waltz around in daylight with fresh haircuts and designer boots, threatening civilians. No. These ones are ancient. Cursed. Practically folklore. The kind of thing new recruits at STSD whisper about during orientation like ghosts that flirt and kill in the same breath.