Shadow And Crown Series Novels & Stories

“The crown doesn’t want a vessel. It wants three.” My stomach flipped. “Three?” She smiled, white eyes gleaming. “Yes…. You, me… and Kael.” Kael’s terrifying growl shook the ground. “I will never bow to this.” But his hands trembled. I saw his claws pierce his palms, blood dripping into the dirt as the thread around him tightened. The crown was already in him. Then the shadow moved. Not split. From its body peeled more shapes, dozens, then hundreds. Wolves without eyes, hollow and snarling.

**The Shadows Den...** The Shadows, an enigmatic group that thrived in the deepest recesses of the underworld, were far more than just a syndicate—they were legends, whispered about in fear and awe. Their origin was shrouded in darkness, and the truth about who they were remained a secret known only to the four of them. Two men and two women, united by a shared history of pain, vengeance, and an unquenchable thirst for power.

“Tell them who she really is. Tell them why the shadows are after her. Or shall I?” Aria’s golden light flared again, uncontrolled. “Stop playing games!” she shouted. “If you know something, then say it!” Ronan’s smirk widened. “Very well. She is the Shadow Crown — the key to the throne our family lost. She is the reason the darkness came for us, and the reason it will keep coming. She was never meant to stand at your side. She was meant to rule — with me.” The pack erupted into confused murmurs, their voices overlapping.

She allows me time to relax before placing the crown on my head. I close my eyes to fully focus on the powers of the crown. I connect to it like my second heart. Its eye gives me clear sight when I should be seeing darkness. I look anywhere I want, including closed rooms miles away. "Focus on the valleys of Shadowmoon pack. That is where the idiots are hiding slaves," Rowena's voice guides. The crown's eyes take me to the valleys as soon as I think of them. It appears that the rebel lords had gathered their witches. A thick, purple mist swirls around the valleys, designed to hide the thousands of slaves they still hold in the caves below.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

She opens her mouth, probably to ask me more, but before she can speak—shadows shift among the trees. Two soldiers emerge. Their armor catches the faint light of the moon as they step onto the path, swords drawn. I freeze. The mark on my face feels like it’s on fire, alive, as if the curse itself is responding to their presence. This has never happened before. The path was meant to be safe. But now, fate seems to have rewritten the rules, just because I tried to take control of my destiny. The horse rears up, whinnying in fear. Martha grips tight onto me, using her body to block me from view. I can feel her heart racing as well.

“Did the Shade escape?" Man made light couldn’t kill a shade, not like the UV rays of the sun, but it still produced an impenetrable barrier, so fending them off was as simple as keeping your lights turned on and avoiding dark corners. But a Shadow Man, someone who’d been taken by a shade? Sure, you could kill their human host as easily as the next human but that just forced the unharmed shade out of its dead flesh and into the next closes body. Yours. If you were lucky enough to to be too far away or surrounded by light the shade would disappear into the shadows, lurking there until the next poor soul ventured within reach. It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how th

It worked on a few of the younger Toten, but not for Anders. The Schatten were able to pick off about ten of the Toten as they backed away from the castle heading towards the river. They took one into custody and placed him in a circle of containment, where he could not shift into his shadow form. The Toten didn't have real Schatten forms; their shadows were weaker and more visible to the human eye. The fighting continued for hours, as each side gained some ground. Daan cast that one of the security guards went down; lost his head. Literally!