Shadow Monarch Multiverse Ascendance Novels & Stories

"It made her powerful enough to give birth to you. Her death was... something else. Something we discovered too late." "What?" I demanded. "The Shadow King isn't collecting rare wolves," she said, her form beginning to fade. "He's collecting phoenix wolves specifically. Because he is one." "That's impossible," Marcus protested. "We would know—" "Would we? When he's mastered shadow to hide his fire?" She looked directly at me. "He's your grandfather, child. Lyra's father. And he's coming for you." The ancient phoenix vanished, leaving us in stunned silence. The black veins reached my heart.

Humans may not be as powerful as the immortals, but their sheer numbers would be impossible to defeat. "We're asking you to begin collecting your own army. Track Lycaon and clean up the messes he's bound to make. Dwindle his numbers until you're confident you can defeat him. Then bind him with silver and bring him to us. He draws most of his power from the wolves bound to him, so each kill will weaken him," said the balding vampire. "We agree to provide you with all the resources you need," the strawberry-blonde added. "Right now, most of the loyal guards have been dispatched in similar missions," she said, nodding slightly at Empusa, then Sekhmet, indicating the two former guards now standi

My eyes widened in shock. “The reason she created the Shadow Wolf is to give assistance to fellow packs, the Shadow Wolf is meant to train other packs and help them to grow stronger in order to fight off the enemy that threatens to destroy the order of pack life. The Shadow Wolf must learn and master control of each of its gifts in order to be successful in its purpose.” he explained frankly, as if he were telling a story, rather than my purpose on this earth. “The book explains in detail how each of the gifts are discovered and controlled, it also explains that the wolf will shift for the first time on the night of a blue moon when the body of its human is strong enough to handle the shift.

“You – you said you need me and my spirit stone, right?” He looked at me with hard eyes. “I do.” “What do you intend to do with it?” “Only our king could answer that.” “Who is your king then?” “Our king is the great Apricusian leader – King Helion.” So, even the vampires are after this Shadow Rune relic… “Alright, you can have it, but you have to promise me one thing. You have to keep your word to Samalah. You must really help them out after this,” I said.

Ah~ there’s no self-interest. Shadow flipped her hair to the back and placed her hand on her chest. “My name is Shadow. The former emperor of the Underworld. Currently, I am the mediator of the three worlds. As someone who has been acknowledged to safe keep the harmony between all worlds, my judgment will benefit The Unknown, if not my siblings.

They'd begun linking as their number grew, forming an intricate lacework inside her, the space between them slowly shrinking as he added to them each time. They surely almost equalled the number of her own, human cells now, and when they surpassed them - when she was finally more shadowsouled than she was human - she would likely be able to begin manipulating this darkness of her own. He was looking forward to finding out how she'd use it. They were all a little different in that sense, but destined shadow-soulmates always complemented each other perfectly.

His breath steamed in the frigid air, mingling with the shadow that lingered at his heels like a loyal but unpredictable beast. Beside him, Rafa approached silently, the weight of his staff a steady presence. “They are massing for a final push,” Rafa said, voice low but urgent. “We must be ready.” Eolan nodded. “We’ve faced worse. But this time… the stakes feel different.” “Because the Creed brings more than men this time,” Rafa said, his gaze darkening. “They bring the shadows they bind — creatures born of blood and magic. The cages we destroyed were only the beginning.”

I moved quickly through the shelves, scanning titles, ignoring the tremble still lingering in my hands from what had almost happened upstairs. Minutes blurred together before I finally found another section hidden toward the back behind a rusted iron gate that had been left partially open. These books looked older than the others, their pages darker with age. I grabbed the first one that mentioned shadow binding and opened it immediately. Most of it repeated what I already knew. Bound souls. Replacement. I almost threw the damn thing across the room.Then I found another passage lower down the page. “A shadow soul may reject replacement if the tether is severed through blood ascension. Should

she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “And if they found you… then whatever you are… was never truly lost.”

The Shadow Pack wolves stumbled, their coordination breaking as the divine support holding them together wavered. Luna stepped forward. Each step left glowing crescents burned into the ground. Her hair lifted, floating in an unseen wind. Her eyes were no longer brown. They were *silver.* Pure. Bright. Inhuman. The fraying thread inside her snapped. She felt it. The last tether to her purely mortal self. Gone. The divine flooded in to fill the space. And it was *glorious.* And it was *terrible.* She raised her hand. The Moon above cracked wider, light pouring down like a waterfall.