Shadow King Novels & Stories

I wrapped my hands on her but touched nothing but air. I looked at where my sister was, Emptiness. "Where is she?" I demanded, shocking even myself. I knew not what I was facing but seeing Kristy was still alive gave me confidence. "With me." "What are you anyway?" The shadow turned scary, Burning embers making its features more visible and a staff, gold and with a sharp edge appeared out of nowhere. "I am Kroni, Lord of the underworld."

"But that is impossible." I said trying to convince myself that I wasn't a freak. Her words shocked me so much that I had no idea whether to be elated or depressed. Like who in the world wanted to be something unheard of, an abomination? But on the brighter side, I was a sort of solution the vampires needed. While we all processed her words, Philip began to heave like he was dying and I guess he was because the venom had all gathered in his chest and was about to attack his heart any moment.

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."

"If we want to eliminate them, we cannot just kill the soldiers we see. We have to go inside their territory, destroy the gate, and behead the snake... kill their leader." "Who is their leader?" Isabella asked, her hand resting on her weapon. She was ready to fight too. "They call him 'The Shadow King'," Master Shen explained. "He is an ancient entity born from the first darkness. He is powerful, arrogant, and incredibly cruel. He wants Aria's power to break his seal and rule both worlds." I clenched my fists. "Then I will send him back to hell where he belongs." Three hours later. We were ready.

Alex asked his wife. Anna nodded. Anna and Alex walked toward Oswald’s video screen. “My respects to His Majesty the Dragon King,” Noah Hillary greeted him. “Yes... It has been a very long time since we last met, Grand Duke Hillary. You haven’t aged at all,” Alex replied with a hint of small talk. “Of course. The genes of the Sea Serpent royal family are quite exceptional,” Noah replied, returning the small talk. “Looking at my wife, I can’t exactly argue with you, Grand Duke,” Alex said as he gently held Anna’s hand.

You will serve the guests tonight her stepmother continued coldly and try not to embarrass this family for once Before Ariana could answer, the large doors of the hall suddenly opened. Every warrior in the room instantly stepped back Fear filled the air. The Shadowcrest royal guards had arrived. Black armor, Silver wolf symbols ,Cold expressions and behind them stood the man people feared most, KING KAEL DRAVEN , THE RUTHLESS LYCAN KING. Ariana's breath was caught in her throat the moment their eyes met , it was Silver

* *The shadow claims you… damn. A tiny, private thrill cut through the terror. She hit record for a quick voice note. “Episode Two teaser,” she whispered, her voice still husky from everything that had happened today. “When the shadow claims you, do you run… or let it swallow you whole?” She uploaded it, then closed the app. One small piece of her life that still belonged only to her. Her phone lit up with three new messages. Jake: *8 a.m. sharp. Or the video goes live.*

In this prison, inmates are nothing but breathing property. And me? I’m the most defiant piece of filth in this private cage. Aaron is the man who holds the key—a warden rumored to have no soul and even fewer weaknesses. He was always a statue in black. Uniform pressed to perfection. Buttons fastened to the throat. Boots polished like mirrors. He watched us from his raised platform with eyes like winter—cold, distant, untouchable. Until that midnight. When an “infraction” earned me a personal summon to his private quarters.

The door swung open. Cole stood in the doorway, anger written all over his face. Before I could speak, he rushed to where I was, slamming my back against the wall and grabbing me by my throat. “You refuse to know your place, and I am going to teach you." He said coldly. I tried to fight back, but he was stronger than I am. "Leave me alone." "You want her; you can have her to yourself, all you want. I do not care," I said as I spat on him

And there, at the base of the Father of Roots, sat the Shadow King. He wasn't on a throne of gold or stone. He sat on a throne of woven shadows, his massive glass blade resting across his knees. He looked more like a statue than a man. The obsidian smoke that made up his skin was swirling slowly, like a storm trapped in a bottle. The outcasts stopped at the edge of the clearing, refusing to go further. Even Leo stayed back, his hand trembling as he gripped his dagger. I walked forward alone. The air in the clearing was freezing, yet it hummed with a violent energy. As I stepped onto the black grass, Kaelen lifted his head. The white light in his eyes flared, c