Shadow Empress Novels & Stories

There are only a few people that have such power in this hall… The emperor was glaring at me… With my [Evil Eyes] I could tell that he’s the one that emits that pressure… It’s imbued with the light attribute...this could get dangerous if I don’t act rapidly! Her shadow suddenly became larger and from it raised a transparent dome that shielded her from the pressuring light of the emperor!

Chase was worried about her, she had been using too much strength and energy lately that it was draining her. ‘’Shadows are gifts gifted to the royal children born on a full moon. You are a blessed child, a child of the goddess. Emandra gifted you them for support and to help. Shadows are meant to grant you a request in demand for something in exchange for it, it can be blood or a life for a life.’’ ‘’The greater the request the stepper the price’’ emandra added. It had been the first rule the shadows had told her on their very first meeting.

"You felt her too?" "She's not of this world anymore," said Emereah softly. "She was corrupted by the void. But once, long ago… she was one of ours." Rhovan's gaze hardened. "Why would the Elders summon her back?" "Because they're desperate," said Vera. "Because they know no soldier, no sword, no magic can reach you now—not so long as the veil remains. So they resorted to shadow." "She won't quit," said Emereah. "Not unless I do."

“And oh, include the level of your shadow and the type.” Z’s eyes widened. She stared at Sloane with disbelief, as though she’d gone mad, as though she’s a talking corpse. She could lie, of course. However, she knew very well that’d be a risky business. What if they asked for proof of her statement? What if they demand to see her shadow? She closed her eyes, biting her lips so hard. ‘This is such a mess!’ “Right! I’ll go first.” Sloane smirked. “I know you’ve heard of me, but I’ll introduce myself for formality. The name’s Sloane. I’m a fifteen-year-old powerful and intimidating Shadowest from Beththorphe Empire.”

Seth said. "Did the securities see the face of the driver?" I asked. "No, the glass of the car was tinted black making it hard for them to detect who he was, so we are waiting till he gets back before we can be making preparations to bury Amelia," Seth said. "Be fast about that so we can return to the crescent pack. Where's Elena?" I asked, looking around. "She's yet to come out of her room ever since she ran upstairs with the maids. I don't think she heard of your company being burnt down or about you collapsing on the floor," Seth replied.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

She tried to push it back, but it only grew stronger, its power coursing through her veins like a poison. Suddenly, the symbols on the walls flashed bright red, and Emilia felt a searing pain in her mind. She cried out, feeling the shadow within her surge forward, its presence overwhelming her senses. Ryder grasped her hand, his eyes blazing with determination. "Emilia, don't let it consume you! Fight back with all your might!" Emilia summoned every last bit of strength and willpower, pushing against the shadow with all her might. The pain intensified, but she refused to yield, her determination fueled by her love for Ryder and her desire to claim her rightful place among the Blackwoods.

“You saved us: the crown and shadow were destroyed. Peace is possible.” Emily lifted her head, forced a smile fragile but real. “We saved each other.” Alexander crossed his hands over her heart, anchoring her battered body. “Let me hold you now.” --- Late that night, beneath dead embers of the Blood Moon’s eclipse, Emily was seated on a stone throne crafted by magic and unity. Ravenwood, Fireborn, Moonshadow, and rogue wolves alike knelt in silence. The crown of bone and starlight gleamed atop her head, restored by loyalty and her magic.