Revenge Of The Shadow King Novels & Stories

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.

"Sure, you can give it a try if you think you can do it. We'll handle the Shadow King's clones while you're at it. As long as we find all of the Shadow King's clones and kill them before it gets dark, the Shadow King will not come to this world." "Hang on." Wilbur furrowed his brows. "I killed Kearson yesterday, and all of the Shadow King's energy was wiped out by my dragon aura. How could there still be any clones of the Shadow King?" Perry explained, "Shadow energy is something special to the Shadow Men's realm, and the Shadow King's energy is not the same as that of a regular Shadow Man. In fact, regular Shadow energy will actually gather together and suck out all that is dark and evil in

Diana stated angrily, “Your friend for our sister. You're lucky it’s not you who’s missing. Hell, you’re lucky your man saved your soggy ass. If you ask me, you should be dear just like my sister. You should be punished for what you did.” Hearing the girl say that to me, for some reason, hurt. She hadn’t said anything wrong. I am lucky. It should be me instead of Rebecca. This wasn’t right. And I should be punished for what I did. I killed someone. I didn’t just hurt someone- I killed someone. My emotions conflicted within me as I didn’t know what to feel anymore. “I’ve had enough of this.” Sinister stated angrily, “Rosalie was a traitor, and she’ll always be. If Grey here hadn’t killed her,

Before Aurelian could decide the fate of Damien, Shadow had appeared out of nowhere. That was the most confusing part of everything that had happened. Why did Shadow help Damien? He has taken the blame for killing the king and lied that William thought he killed the king, so they had a confrontation. None of this could be confirmed, as William never made it from that fight; Shadow was, in fact, the one who killed William. Aurelian and the elders didn’t know what to believe, but since Shadow was ready to take the blame, he was killed. I never understood why Shadow had done that, but I came to the theory that he had avenged his master’s death by killing William, and he decided to have himself

When I promised revenge all those years ago, I never imagined I would be sitting in Spenser’s office with a new map in hand. I never imagined I would have a mate and children. I never imagined that the goddess would bless me so that I had the opportunity to have it. All I thought about was that I wanted to kill the old king and bring peace to our land. I never ever imagined peace would bring us to this point. It was simply overwhelming and wonderful at the same time.

He had been wrong about what prepared meant in this context. Dravon came through the human capital's main gate in the middle of a clear morning, with six members of his court, without disguise or deflection. The Vampire King, present in the city that had been hunting his people for forty years, in daylight, walking through the main gate as though he had every right to be there — because he did, now, by order of the king's office and the proceedings and the weight of everything they had built.

The stone floor around the altar shattered completely. A pillar of black fire erupted from the abyss below. Within the darkness, two enormous crimson eyes slowly opened. They were larger than the prison itself. Older than kingdoms. Filled with endless hatred. A deep voice rolled through the mountain like an earthquake. "So..." The Shadow King's laughter shook the ancient walls. "...after a thousand years..." The crimson eyes fixed on Nova. "...you have finally come to me, little Keeper."

Hate had never tasted so sweet. The shadowed queen was rising, and the pack that had once betrayed her would kneel… or bleed.

Hated the way it sat on my tongue. Luis Renz was supposed to be dead. Buried. Gone. A chapter closed. Dead men don’t come back. But Renz was never normal. She stood, adjusting her clothes like nothing had happened. “Confirmed,” she said. “He’s operating silently. Malachi’s been circling him.” I stared at her. “That’s impossible.” She tilted her head. “Malachi thinks otherwise.” That name made my jaw tighten. “He’s the Shadow King now,” she continued. “Taking territory. Making moves. And doing it clean.”