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“If it means he lives.” The Trial pulsed, slow and powerful. Your offering is accepted. Erevan’s expression shattered. The shadows behind him surged, reacting violently, and the Trial turned to him. Shadow King. Speak your sacrifice. He stared at Aria—heartbroken, furious, terrified, undone. Then he whispered, voice raw: “I won’t accept her sacrifice.” The chamber cracked. Shadows exploded. Light shrieked. Aria’s breath faltered as the Trial roared: Then offer your own.

It was the look of a man who had finally stepped out of the shadows to claim the only thing in the world that mattered to him. "Did you think it would be that easy, V?" Silas asked, his voice dropping to a seductive, terrifying crawl. "Did you really think you could just run off with a common street dog when I fucking own you?" He took another step, the gun outstretched, his men fanning out behind him. "The game is over, Valencia," the Shadow King whispered, a dark, possessive smile playing on his lips. "I’ve come to take my masterpiece home."

“About time! I’ve been itching for this fight!” Luna took a deep breath, steadying herself. The whispers from the Whispering Wastes were gone, replaced with a heavy silence that pressed on her chest. She could sense the Shadow King’s attention focused entirely on her. “You’ve grown stronger, Moonbearer,” the Shadow King said, his voice a cold thunder. “But do you truly understand the price of what you seek to protect?” “I’ll face the price,” Luna replied, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart. “Whatever it takes, I’ll stop you.”

I screamed. The Shadow King had been intercepted. A group of elite mercenaries, wielding silver-netted cloaks that nullified his shadows, had surrounded him near the ravine. He was fighting like a demon, his daggers a blur of obsidian, but a silver blade had found his side. I could feel his life-force flickering, the cold poison of the silver spreading through his veins. "Félix, cover me!"

"What are you talking about?" "The Shadow Twin prophecy wasn't a warning, Mother. It was a roadmap." Solomon leaned in, his face inches from mine. "I am not just your son. I am the reincarnation of the first Lunar King. The one the Alphas betrayed. The one they tried to erase from the tapestry of history. I needed a vessel. I needed someone who could endure betrayal, rejection, and agony without breaking. Because a God isn't born from peace. A God is reforged in the fire of a shattered heart."

“Drink the contents.” “What is it?” “Just drink, princess Sera. The ritual has already begun.” My eyes landed on each of them before finally taking the gourd in my shaky hands. The liquid burned as it travelled down my throat and the taste of blended fruits and herbs filled my mouth. As I swallowed the fruity taste changed into something bitter and pungent that almost made me retch. “The rules are simple. Survive a night in the shadow cave and only then will you be fit to marry the Shadow king.”

"If I can't have the crown, I’ll make sure there is no world left to rule." She raised her hand, and the ground beneath us didn't turn to stone. It turned into a mouth. A massive, skeletal hand larger than a house burst from the dirt, grabbing Zade and Leo in one go. "Zade!" I screamed. Sasha laughed, a sound of pure madness. "The Shadow King belongs to the Dark now. And your brother? He’s the sacrifice I need to bring the Master back." The hand began to pull them down into the earth. I lunged forward, but Sasha threw a wave of green fire that knocked me back.

The problem is, the name fits so well because somehow, someway, the devil or one of his demons fathered that child even if her mother denies it. With a loud groan of frustration, I jump from the table and race out the door, muttering the tortures I will lay on Ruth's head if anything happens to Che. I charge to the courtyard, King stomping heavily behind me. He's quiet and deadly in the forest but give him some good tile to demolish, and he's all over it. We're both just about finished with Ruth and her endless shenanigans. The entire colony of Shadow Warriors is aware she'll be the death of us. We also know it won't be a pretty way to go.

I stood up and helped Iris on her feet. "Our king is back," I said in joy, and Louis nodded in relief. I saw him appear not far from us, and he waved his hand, and the soul of the dead appeared—one of the King's powers which he keeps from others. I watched as the ghost-like creature appeared and flew to the witches and vampires, and the fire suddenly disappeared. He followed them, killing every vampire and witch that they passed by. No power can defeat our King except a Royal witch controlling a shadow. When our King faces a witch with a shadow, he will be defeated because the shadow is very powerful. It has the power of heaven and hell.