Prince Of Shadows Novels & Stories

He was in no hurry at all when he walked into the car and Scorpion followed through the other door. Nobody dared to raise their head until he was gone. They bent their heads to their Imperial grace. This was a Royal Effect, Nolan's Effect. . . Back at the palace, it was already crowded there. The expensive cars of different Royalties around the globe moved in a straight line on the Royal grounds as the Royal chauffeurs carried out their jobs. They all wanted to see the long-gone prince. Meanwhile, they weren't the only ones eager to see the prince. Funnily enough, even ladies from the wealthiest backgrounds were also there in their troops to flaunt themselves in front of him.

"Great, let's get started!" The rebel leader started to make a magic circle and began to eliminate the rebel chief's men who were still alive and then filled their souls with the still wandering black shadows. No one had noticed his actions, they had all been killed by the dark creatures, the black shadows of the dragon crystal guard in the shrine. This black shadow begins to take over this village, and the evil rebel leader changes his name to the handsome one who controls this village secretly. Meanwhile the existence of the four princes. They were confined to the pyramid building and unable to get out, confined like a prison without doors. Sit pensive, gather energy and make an escape pla

“The prince is behaving strange, his shadows are different, more like they are moving by themselves.” I stiffened. Jeffrey slowly turned to look at our son. And my breath caught. A dark swirl curled around the baby’s tiny hand—like smoke, but thicker, alive, pulsing. A shadow that had weight and intention. It coiled up his arm, then flicked outward like a living tail. The entire hall fell silent. “What is that?” someone whispered. “Is the prince… cursed?” “Shadow magic… from where?” “The Luna—look at her wrist—”

The two of them had come out of the arid field and entered the forest with the trees that had died. "What place is this?" Prince Xander muttered. Suddenly, something passed in front of him. Like a black shadow. Prince Xander was taken aback and immediately retreated. He took a ready position. A moment later, the black shadow appeared again and more and more. Prince Xander tried to calm down. He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. He closed his eyes. Just as he was trying to concentrate, suddenly, his guardian wolf let out a long howl. Prince Xander Reenan spontaneously opened his eyes. "Damn, I was deceived," muttered prince Xander Reenan when he saw his guardian wolf surrounded by b

In the palace Prince Jian’s condition was getting dreadful. He even started to see dark shadows in daylight. He felt the dark shadows cohering with him all the time and also felt them sucking his energy out of him like a parasite. He could see everything clearly, how the shadows move as though they had a life of their own, watching him and shifting with his movements. Spirits lurked in the shadows, watching him. Talking about his appearance, he looked like a living skeleton. His once handsome fair skin and bright eyes had now become pale, swollen and barren ones. He was living in terror and spoke in a tremulous voice.

She’d already collected three of his enforcers. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. She answered with a blade already in hand. “Aria Kane.” The voice was male, rough, familiar in a way that made her wolf stir. “Or should I say Aria Voss?” Her blood turned to ice. “Who the fuck is this?” “Beta Ronan. Shadowthorn sends its regards. The Alpha requires your presence. War is coming with Crimsonfang. He knows about the twins.” Aria laughed coldly. “Tell Kael he can choke on his own knot. I’m not his anymore.”

Ironfang’s subtle support strengthened her position, and Darius’s presence deterred open challenges. Lila struck that evening during a private dinner, slipping a stronger poison into Elara’s wine. Elara pretended to drink but used her emerging powers to neutralize it, the shadows purging the toxin from her system. The game had turned deadly. But Elara was no longer the prey. With Darius’s bond fueling her and her allies closing in, the Shadowed Queen prepared her final moves. The fall of Silvercrest’s old order had begun.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

I asked. "Not at all, tell me about it," Aria said, pushing herself forward to listen attentively. "The guy walked in looking suspicious, and a few minutes after he left, the spiritual woman said we should leave. Doesn't that sound awkward?" I asked. "It really does, Elena. I was beginning to wonder if we did something wrong go the spiritual woman. Were you able to capture his face, Elena?" Aria asked, curiously staring at my mom and me. "No Aria, but he was wearing a wristwatch that signified royalty. Do you think he's from the Lycan king?" I asked, turning to stare at Aria all of a sudden.

Mina asked nervously I blinked. “Of course.” Another louder gasp escaped both of them. “Princess!” Sarah shouted. “People say no one can look into the Dark Prince’s eyes without trembling.” I frowned a little. Really? Mina stepped closer immediately. “Did you feel it?” “Feel what?” “The shivers,” she whispered dramatically. “The fear. The curse.” I opened my mouth to answer automatically, then paused because strangely enough…I didn’t. I thought back to those haunting white eyes staring directly into mine. Fear should have been the first thing I felt but it wasn’t.