Queen's Shadow Novels & Stories

Its eyes were as red as blood and its presence gives a chilling and horrifying feel. “The two witch kids...have you heard about the prophecy?” The twins looked at each other being puzzled. “Oh, I see, I would be glad that I will be the one to tell your fate...” The evil of shadows made them confused. “...if one of you succeeds to become the ruler of the separate worlds, it will be the end of everything.” As Falla moved her pace to her brother trying to hide at her twin's back, Talon eventually vanished and was nowhere to be found. The evil of shadows moved closer in her direction. She feels heaviness and high tension as the evil comes closer and closer to her.

Karina was covered in sweats, her teeth gritting as she poured all her force into slowing down the momentum of Hail’s final attack. Without another word, the other Nobles summoned their shadow. The blackness of its feature stretched until they connected. It was only then that it stretched into a dome that covered all of them. At the same time, Sloane called upon her shadow who stretched in the basis of her shadow. Before the dome closed upon her, she’d seen Sloane winked at her and she felt a warm sensation stabbing her stomach.

He was making sure the Queen had her shot. Vincent and Alessia were a different kind of terror. The King of Shadows didn't even use his blades. He simply allowed his aura to expand, turning the sunny plaza into a pocket of eternal night. The Council’s guards found themselves fighting their own shadows, their fears taking physical form and dragging them down into the darkness. Alessia stood in the center of the gloom, her human warmth acting as a beacon that kept the shadows from touching our own. Vincent hovered over her like a vengeful god, his dark eyes fixed on anyone who even looked in her direction. If a guard so much as stepped toward her, the shadows would rise up and swallow them who

“I see her. A woman cloaked at midnight. She walks among corpses, whispering to the bones. She’s looking for Elizabeth.” That night, Elizabeth dreamed. She stood in a forest of mirrors. Her reflection split into dozens. One screamed. One bled. One held her children and burned alive. Then the Shadow Queen appeared, face hidden beneath a silver veil. “You are light,” the Queen whispered. “And I... am your shadow.” Elizabeth woke with a gasp. They found the Queen’s lair on the fifth day. A castle buried in the cliffside, its towers formed of bone and ice. No guards. Only whispers.

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."

The marigold dragon was a king of Bulteo for a reason. “Are you worried about me?” Malikul had to ask. Shadow didn’t voice it out, but her countenance was enough explanation. She blinked a few times and smiled pensively. “What? Talk to me.” Shadow sighed. His voice was sweet, soothing her heart. His face was so handsome. “You lady killer.” She jumped to the ground and walked away. “What? So suddenly?” He shot up and followed Shadow determinedly. Shadow stopped right behind the king and the queens and also the count.

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."

“Thanion, Lord of the Underworld, Master of Shadows, Keeper of—” “Get to the point, Zeus.” Thanion’s voice cut through the air like a blade, his patience visibly wearing thin. Zeus chuckled again, unperturbed, and gestured around the room. “You know, for someone who claims to hate their title, you’ve certainly embraced the aesthetic. The torches, the black marble, the... ambiance.” He waved a hand toward the spectral woman, who rolled her eyes and vanished into a puff of smoke, leaving the faint scent of lilies in her wake.

The sapphire light in her fingertips was a dull, rhythmic throb, a silent warning she couldn't quite interpret. "It looks the same as it always does, Sofia. It just doesn't wash away as easily," Pella whispered, not looking up from the pile of bandages she was sorting. The girl’s Indigo veins were dim, mirroring the exhaustion that had settled over the entire district. "People are talking, Sofia. They say the 'Shadow of the Queen' is back. They say someone is cleaning house for Subject Zero."

A hidden secret. A forgotten debt. A dangerous obsession. ​Fifteen-year-old Elena leads an ordinary life in a quiet town, sheltered by her close-knit family and high school dreams. But her peaceful world shatters when her older brother, Alvaro, unwittingly brings a dark shadow into their home—his mysterious university friend, Gabriel. ​Unbeknownst to anyone, Gabriel is the ruthless leader of the notorious criminal syndicate, The Crimson Crest. ​When a misplaced handwritten letter exposes an ancient debt of honor between Elena’s military father, Roberto, and Gabriel’s family, Elena finds herself entangled in a high-stakes game of cat and mouse. Hiding the letters in the shadow of dus