Shadow Monarch Multiverse Ascendance Novels & Stories

Hamish answered shakily, “that the balance presence wants you to merge their strengths. Not the entities. Their strengths.” I felt something tighten in my gut. “Hamish. Explain in detail.” Hamish lifted his staff. “Shadow represents endurance. Fire represents power. Balance represents clarity. If Ashen can merge their strengths—he’ll gain the original eclipse ability.” Ashen frowned. “Which is?” I answered before Hamish could. “Harmony without losing yourself.” Ashen’s breath softened. “That’s possible?” “It is now,” Hamish said. “But the sigil means you must initiate it.”

What they don't say is what happens after. What happens after is this. Just this. And it is more than enough. THE END SHADOWBORN: The Rise of the Dragon Wolf

There was molten energy in the forest, and sparks of red, silver, black, and crimson were crashing into each other like firestorms. The Shadowed Moon hung in front of me, huge and throbbing with a purpose that went back to the beginning of time. The last sacrifice had been made, and my Silver Heart was linked to the True End. All of my Ascendant energy was flowing into its chaotic core. It wasn't enough, though.

“Because the truth isn’t something you’ll want to hear.” I clench my jaw. “Try me.” A flicker of something—pity, maybe—crosses her face. “You think because you were turned against your will that you understand the danger of our world.” I stiffen. “I do understand.” She shakes her head. “You understand one danger. The kind that comes from the monsters hiding in the dark. The council against you. Shades. But the Ascendants? They don’t hide in the dark, North. They walk in daylight. They smile. They shake hands. They make deals.”

Their collective energy surged, shielding them from Damien's malignant aura as they crossed the threshold into the citadel. With the resonance of their footsteps echoing through the ancient halls, the Ascendants braced themselves for the showdown that would decide the fate of the world. Unbeknownst to them, the champion's mark on Jack's skin pulsated, imbued with the power of the prophecy, signifying the pivotal role he would play in the imminent clash. As the doors swung open, Damien awaited them, his dark silhouette contrasting against the faint shimmer of the crystal. His eyes burned with an unholy fervor, an embodiment of his insatiable thirst for power.

The silver ash erupted. From the shadows of the obsidian statues, the Real Shadow Alpha began to manifest. He didn't use beetles or smoke this time. He used the ash itself. A hundred-foot-tall titan of shimmering silver rose from the valley floor, its face a hollow void that pulsed with a gravitational pull so strong it began to drag the warriors off their feet. "THE MOTHER... HAS SPOKEN," the titan roared, the sound vibrating the very marrow of my bones. "Celine, now!" I shouted.

The full moon hung like a bleeding wound in the sky, bathing the Shadowthorn ritual grounds in crimson light. Aria’s heart hammered against her ribs as Alpha Kael Voss circled her on the raised stone platform, his golden eyes locked on hers with raw, predatory hunger. The entire pack watched,hundreds of wolves in human form, their breaths visible in the chill night air. Tonight was the Mating Ritual. Tonight, the Moon Goddess would decide. Kael stopped behind her. His massive frame radiated heat. One large hand slid around her throat, tilting her head back against his bare chest. The other gripped her hip, fingers digging into the thin white ceremonial gown that barely covered her.