Shadow King Novels & Stories

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.

The other rogues froze, more in surprise than obedience. Kellan stepped fully into view at last. His hands shook at his sides. His eyes were too wide, too bright. But his jaw was set in a way that had nothing of pup left in it. "She's *Moonshadow,*" he said, glaring at Darrin. "Smell it. Under the dirt. Under the fear. That crest is all over her." Darrin snorted. "So? She just said they don't want her." Kellan's throat worked.

I am so royally f*cked, and not in a good way. "Tell me," the king says, "Do you know of the rumors about me?" What an odd thing to ask. "The half-wolf rumors?" I say. "Sure, who hasn't? People like to talk." "They're all true." Huh? True? Is the king actually insane? Sexy and crazy? Not my favorite combination, I have to admit. "I'm a shifter, Hera," he says. "I have no idea what that's supposed to mean," I respond.

He looked up at the High Infirmary window, his gaze locking onto mine with a precision that made the golden marks on my arms sizzle. "Darlene," his voice boomed in my mind, no longer needing a megaphone or the air to carry it. "You thought the sun could save you? You thought birthing a monster in a den of exiles would protect your soul?". "The only monster I see is the one who couldn't handle being a man," I shouted back, the Sun-Walker fire in my blood answering his darkness. Jackson laughed, a hollow sound that made the very air feel thin. "I am not a man anymore, my 'burden'. I am the Shadow-King. And the Silence you just repelled? That was merely my breath."

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.

No wonder he is a king. "You can turn their own shadow against them" "I can do pretty much anything I want" "And no one knows it?" "I keep it close to the heart but my council senses some of my power. They have to if I need to be a king. Everyone only knows that I kill people with a blink. They don't know how" "And only I know how it is done?" "Yes" "That's heavy Bones. Then how come you got captured in the first place? Wait, your memories!!!! Do you remember everything now?"

Ava's scream went through the bond before she had air to give it sound. Ryder shifted mid-leap toward the portal, already shifting, the crimson of his eyes blazing full and absolute, and the alliance wolves around the room were moving, the music stands overturning, the guests backing toward the walls, and through the crack in the floor a voice rose — deep, layered, the voice she'd dissolved in a shadow realm three weeks ago. Still here. Still waiting. *"The heir is mine."* The voice of the Shadow King, fuller now than it had been on the ridge, fuller than it had been in the shadow realm, powered by the full moon and the unspoken vow and everything they hadn't

This made the Kingdom more orderly and reduced corruption by the nobles by half. Not only that, Kinsley, who is a pure-blood vampire, wants to wake Abigail back. Using his blood and power, he intends to perform the forbidden ritual of the whole blood moon to wake Abigail from her long slumber by sacrificing the reincarnated soul of Abigail.

She was calling to him, her lips moving soundlessly beneath the dark waves. “Show me where she is,” he growled to the sea, his voice shaking with command. “Now!” The waters responded. They rose, swirling into a towering wave before collapsing into a pool of light at his feet. When it cleared, an image shimmered there — a hall of obsidian and fire, and within it, Aria, chained once again… this time before a throne carved from shadow itself. And on that throne sat him. The Shadow King. His form was barely human — tall, elegant, shrouded in darkness that moved like living smoke. His eyes burned a molten gold, too much like Killian’s but colder, older. When he spo

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