Shadow King Book Novels & Stories

The old man wanted to take care of the Russian mafia himself so he didn’t let me go after him because he was scared I would end up dead somewhere in a ditch as well. I respected his wishes so I stayed away and let him deal with it on his own but it seems like I was being dragged into their business so now it was mine also. And they just signed their own death by pulling my dear baby into this. They should pray that I don't regain my strength anytime soon because if I do they won’t get out of here alive. They will meet their maker sooner than they thought. There is a reason why I’m called The Shadow of death. “No wonder Dominic is after you.” Mr.unkown said, tightening the hold he had on my f

Just that word. The guards released my shoulders, but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t move. My body had betrayed me. I gulped, my pulse racing as my mind scrambled for answers. My lips trembled as recognition hit me like a bolt to the chest. The Shadow King. The stories couldn’t have done justice to the magnitude of the power radiating from him. It wasn’t like any alpha I’d ever met. It wasn’t wolf dominance—it was sheer, primal terror wrapped in silence.

Claim what is already ours. Serena clutched at her temples, staggering back. “No. I won’t.” But even as she spoke, her feet dragged her forward, heels scraping across the fractured stone. The throne wasn’t just calling—it was pulling. Invisible chains coiled around her wrists and ankles, dragging her toward its dark promise. From the shadows before it, the Shadow King watched. His form shifted constantly—sometimes cloaked in smoke, sometimes solid, like a warrior crowned in fire. His voice was both silk and iron when it slid through the Rift.

Rows of towering bookshelves stretched up into the darkness, accessible only by rickety rolling ladders that looked like skeletons. Tristan and Saoirse moved through the main stacks like ghosts. The librarians—hunched, robed figures with goggles sewn into their hoods—were busy cataloging a new shipment of stolen scrolls from the Dragon Kingdom. They didn't look up as the Prince and his servant slipped past the main desk and into the shadows of the rear alcove. They reached a heavy iron door set into the stone wall. It had no handle, only a keyhole shaped like a screaming mouth.

I screamed, reaching for him. A pulse of dark energy from the cracked relic slammed into me, throwing me backward. “The gambit is almost over, keeper,” the Shadow sneered, its face twisting into pure malice. It pinned Kael to the floating stone, its claws vibrating with Echo-Verse power. “You want to keep the king? Then the Void must be fed. Balance demands a sacrifice that hurts.” Its obsidian gaze fixed on my throat, and a crushing weight clamped around my lungs, as if an invisible hand were tightening around my windpipe.

I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control. But I have to feed it, if I don’t, it wins out and .... well… It doesn’t come to that anymore since I have been able to live with it in a … in a legal way.” I looked at him, thinking about what he was saying. When I was fighting it really was the animal in me, and when I was into it, I wanted more. I needed more, my mind wouldn’t let me get away from it. I knew I could kill easily, and have no feelings about it. I knew in my heart that was the next step, that was my body and mind wanted. I craved that kind of control over someone, to hold their life in my hands.

Adrian stopped. Jamie turned, heart pounding. “I just wanted you to know.” Adrian studied him, something raw flickering behind his eyes. “It should.” “Maybe,” Jamie said. “But it doesn’t.” Adrian stepped closer, close enough that Jamie could feel the warmth radiating off him. “That,” Adrian said quietly, “is exactly what scares me.” They stood there, suspended in the space between words and action, the city holding its breath around them. And somewhere deep beneath the surface, La Corona Nera shifted, aware that something fragile and dangerous had just been seen and couldn’t be unseen.

Alright — let’s carry the momentum straight into Chapter 2 of Shadow Heir, The journey began before dawn, the keep still cloaked in darkness when Eolan stepped into the courtyard. A thin mist hung low, curling around the hooves of the waiting horses like it feared to drift too far from stone walls. The air smelled of wet earth and pine, fresh from the night’s rain.

“Remember what I told you. The Moonbearer’s choice is not just about battle. It is about sacrifice, about understanding what you hold most dear.” Kael leaned closer. “Whatever happens, we’re with you.” Luna nodded. “Thank you.” With a collective effort, they pushed open the massive doors. Inside, the temple’s heart stretched upward into darkness. A massive throne of black stone loomed at the far end, and upon it sat the Shadow King. His dark crown seemed to drink the faint light of the moons above. Around him floated shards of black crystal, pulsing with dark energy—the fragments of the Eclipsed Moon.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for your support in reading my book. This is my first ever book to be published and I look forward to reading your comments Everything that is written in this book is purely from my imagination and should the names or story resemble anyone's real life it is purely coincidental. I hope you will be as engaged and entertained in reading as much as I was in writing it. I thank my family for their support and in believing in my work. Thank you to good novel and my editor for the opportunity.