Shadow King Book Novels & Stories

Ryder looked at him. "The center anchor — it's not just a geographic point. It's a sealed memory." Sorin chose his words carefully. "The Shadow King's original imprisonment was anchored there. The seal contains his full manifest form — his name, his shape, all of it. When you collapse the anchor, you'll feel him." He looked at Ava. "He will speak to you. Directly. He'll use whatever he has." His eyes moved between them both. "Do not let him pull you apart. Whatever he says." Ryder's jaw set.

"But he will only find a corpse." The Shadow King didn’t give me a breath to recover. He closed the distance in a microsecond, kicking the glowing daggers out of my hands. They dissipated into the air as if they’d never existed. He pinned me to the freezing floor. His heavy knees pressed into my thighs. His hands clamped down on my shoulders. I could smell his burning flesh as his palms blistered against my radiant starlit skin, but the greed in him swallowed every shred of pain. His liquid ruby eyes locked onto the pulsing vein in my neck, right beside Dominic’s permanent mating mark.

I'm desperate to get out of here, so I throw the door open before we come to a full stop and charge out. I'm breathing heavily doing my best to hold Beast inside. "Get her out of here and no one touches her," I growl at Boot and slam the door on the woman's stunned face. The car speeds away and Nokita follows me as I shift to Beast. I am King, hums through my head as the animal takes over. Beast will kill the woman. Beast will feed on the organs of any officer of the U.S. government. The Shadow Warriors will rise victorious over our enemies. The woman must die.

Her smile, laced with blood, looked haunting. A Haunt swept in, scattering the cash and gold bars from the car. Sparks flew, and the flames roared to life with a loud whoosh. I pulled a gold bar from my pocket. "Hear me, infant spirits, it's time for our final showdown!" The winds howled as I watched my mom wail in despair. Her tears were for her wealth, not a shred of worry for me. I spun around and plunged into the swirling darkness without a second thought.

It was a heavy, industrial drag. "She’s... she’s rewriting the code," Ash whispered, his spectral eyes widening as the golden chains began to manifest inside his mind. "She is a fool!" the Shadow King roared, his dark form flickering as the gold light hit him. "She is trying to bind a god with the memories of a mortal! I will dissolve her spirit!" "You don't understand her," Ash rasped, a bloody, triumphant grin spreading across his face. "She doesn't care about your godhood. She cares about the man who broke her heart. And she’s coming to get him."

And Akeem was still breathing my air. I walked toward the heavy steel door of the armory. Every step felt like a tectonic shift. The Shadow King was dead. The man who sat behind desks and manipulated bank accounts had been suffocated by the primitive, territorial beast that Valencia had awakened the day she first defied me.

His wings were now asymmetrical—one violet-lead, one burning red-fire. He looked at his hands, his fingers trembling. "The Debt is settled, Zora," he whispered, his voice sounding like a thousand people speaking at once. "But the Shadow has a condition. It wants the throne. And it doesn't want to share it with the Light." Suddenly, the Spire’s primary elevator dived down to our floor. The doors opened, and our five-year-old son—the Stone King—stepped out. He was no longer stone. He was flesh and blood, golden and glowing.

And then He arrived. The doors blew open with a roar of black wind. Dahlia screamed. I raised my hand but it was too late. The Shadow King stepped through the smoke. Not a whisper now. Not a voice in my dreams. Flesh. Real. Cloaked in storm, crowned in horns made of fractured night. His eyes were pits of flame and frost. And when he looked at me, the sigils on my skin flared white-hot. “You’ve made it,” he said, voice velvet and thunder.

She had meant every word. A choked sound tore from his throat; his fist slammed the wall. He never wanted divorce. He had believed he could walk two lines—one, his marriage to Lena; two, his careless indulgences. Today, both snapped. He unleashed the full might of the House of Black. Ghouls surfaced from Wall Street trading floors to Washington corridors. “Find Lena Black. Scour every database. Every shadow.” He summoned the Black Clan elders at midnight, obsidian rings glinting under candlelight. "Mobilize every asset," he commanded, voice cracking with raw authority.

Her amber depths growing misty with happiness. "No. Thank you, my dragon queen. You have given me all I've ever wanted in life. I love you so much, Rie." Forgetting the people around them, in their perfect world despite the trials hovering on the horizon, she tilted her head and kissed him with all the passion in her heart and soul. "And I love you, my dragon king." Bringing his hand on her still flat belly. "I love you both." ________________ Book Three: His Symphony will also be available at GoodNovel, soon. Thank you for your support, babies!