Princess Peach Shadow Queen Novels & Stories

The women wore outrageous hairstyles and tried to convince each other of their superiority. The queen endeavored to dress in elegance and locked herself in poise. She gestured to the young couple. “I present to you the next ruler of Shadowfen, Aurelia Dusk, and the man called Zinjo,” She almost choked on her drink when she saw Zinjo.

All she cared about was getting to the throne by any means possible. They led me to the end of the ballroom, near a wall. Then the Queen raised her hand and began moving it in a circular motion while chanting something in a language I couldn’t quite understand. Soon a small blue circle formed on the wall, made completely of light and then it expanded slowly with each swirl of her hand, before the circle was the large enough that an entire person could fit through it. And I knew exactly whom it was for. “You know,” Melinda whispered maliciously in my ear. “The great thing about Shadowland is that no one, mortal or immortal, has ever come out of it, alive or dead. So, here’s to hoping to never

"You indeed are his mate. You were marked by the golden dragon?" "Yeeees?" "That's strange," she looked at her feet thoughtfully. How did she see it? She looked back at me. "What are you?" "Witch," "What kind of witch?" "Shadow and nature kissed, my powers are drawn from three elements, autumn the strongest. The rest are…" "What's a shadow witch?" "Oh, it's a rare kind of witch, I'm the only one in existence. Shadow witches are witches that stand between the living, the dead and the moon…"

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

The dark knight obeyed and stepped in. As the knight entered the room, the sun’s rays finally had a chance to penetrate the dim storage room, filling the room with its sparkling orange light. With great wonder, Leila saw the prince’s shadow cast clearly on the floor; Instead of a man, his shadow was shaped like a fierce dragon. Leila was gently pulled up by the dark knight. She blinked and shook her head, thinking she had witnessed some kind of illusion. She wanted to get another clear look at the shadow, but the prince had already left her sight.

"None at all, Your Majesty. It's like Zedekiel and the twins have disappeared from this world. I've had even the Order of Witches look for them but they came up empty." Kayziel sighed. "Either the Murrowbane did it's work and the twins are also dead or someone powerful is hiding them all." "We'll keep searching, Your Majesty." Hugh assured. "What about that Princess of Ashenmore and The Shadows? They're becoming a pain in my ass these days." Kayziel asked. "We've found out that the Princess is working with the Shadow Master." Hugh relayed. "We believe their goal is the Mother Tree." Kayziel scoffed. "That dying tree? What the hell do they want with that old thing?"

He was staring at me with an obsession that bordered on madness. "I am not a coin for your hoard, lizard," I said, my voice dripping with the cold, unyielding weight of the Deep Void. "I am the Shadow Queen. And if you ever look at me like that again, I won't just freeze your fire. I will erase your existence."

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

"I don't want a fair fight, I want something more than that. I want the Dark Knight Pack to watch their Alpha crawl, I want them to see him choose a woman over his duty, and then I want them to watch me take both." He moved toward her, the needle glinting in the light. "— and you, Rebecca, are the perfect bait. A Luna who can't shift, a mother who can't protect her pup — you are the epitome of Kenziel’s failure." He grabbed her arm, his grip like a vice. Rebecca thrashed as the silver shackles tore at her skin but she was too weak, the serum was already dragging her senses back into the fog. "Don't..." She pleaded, her voice breaking.

His lips moved toward hers, drawn by a gravity he couldn't fight. But then, the second half of the prophecy echoed in his mind like a curse. “Beware the Shadow... the anchor that drags the King into the dust.” He looked down at Floreighn. She was pale. She was a servant. She was the Shadow Twin who lived in the corners of the world. The oracle hadn't just promised him a Sun; it had warned him about her. She wasn't his mate; she was the thief of empires sent by the Goddess to test his resolve. She was the anchor meant to keep him a commoner forever.