Shadow Monarch Novels & Stories

She forced them flat on the table to still them. “Anchor,” she said. “The Trials taught me to stand in my body. To know my shadow. To hold the Gate. But nothing in the pact accounted for… this. A Blood Moon is not just light. It is… reflection. The sun’s fire through the world’s shadow. It bends Her. And through Her, *me.* I have to ground it. Fast.” “Ground it where?” Rhea demanded, already moving toward the door to look outside. “Into what? Or who?”

Adrian stopped. Jamie turned, heart pounding. “I just wanted you to know.” Adrian studied him, something raw flickering behind his eyes. “It should.” “Maybe,” Jamie said. “But it doesn’t.” Adrian stepped closer, close enough that Jamie could feel the warmth radiating off him. “That,” Adrian said quietly, “is exactly what scares me.” They stood there, suspended in the space between words and action, the city holding its breath around them. And somewhere deep beneath the surface, La Corona Nera shifted, aware that something fragile and dangerous had just been seen and couldn’t be unseen.

But another part — the part that still remembered who she was before all of this — screamed for her to fight. She took a step back. “You want me to be your queen? Then prove you deserve me.” The shadow blinked, startled. Then it smiled, wicked and sharp. “Very well.” With a snap of its fingers, the night exploded. The ruins shook, stones cracking, the ground splitting as dozens of shadow-creatures erupted from the earth — wolves made of smoke and gold-eyed beasts with claws like sickles. The shadow’s voice rang out like thunder. “Survive until moonset, and we will speak again. Fail—”

“Then we make him regret it.” The Shadow King had returned, stepping from the edge of the forest into the clearing beyond the walls. His crown of fractured starlight gleamed, reflecting the faint glow of the moon and the silver pulsing from Selene. But he was not alone. Behind him, the ground warped and quivered, the first ripple of Eryx’s power stirring from below. The god’s influence already slithered through the earth, creeping into the keep, into the bonds between every pack member, whispering, corrupting, promising.

"They were necessary sacrifices to make sure I survived! I am the identity! I am the purpose!" "You're the shadow!" I slammed her head against the white floor, the concrete cracking beneath us. "I am the one who loved the Alpha! I am the one who carries the future! You want the 'Extinction' back? Come and take it from the teeth!" As our souls clashed in the center of the courtyard, the white light of the sky began to bleed. Not silver, not violet—but a deep, rich Obsidian-Red. Through the fracture we had torn in the compiler, a shadow began to rise. It wasn't a ship. It wasn't a drone.

And with every heartbeat, with every strike, with every scream, the Shadow King grew darker, more unpredictable, more dangerous. The humans faltered, unable to withstand the sight, but the wolves of the pack watched in fear. For the Shadow King was no longer Samuel or Adrian—they were something else entirely. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, crimson shadows across the valley, the Shadow King roared—a sound that was not human, not wolf, but a fusion of everything that had lived, loved, and died inside them both. And in that roar was a warning: the world had not seen the full extent of their power.

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

The creature feeds off where it was born, off the rage and vengeance hidden inside me. My eyes glow red, as I find the one shadow I crave, "But you." The shadows look amongst themselves and one by one they disappear, each to their owners until only two remain. I stand before the shadow, and disregard the one beside it. It is loyal to the shadow as its owner is, and will not leave without her. I study the tall slave before me as her image forms as Shades did, as does the one that stands slightly beside it. The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow.

"Shadow never leaves the third realm, not since he became the head of the assassin clan." "Brandon Kane is going undercover and has been requesting information regarding the shapeshifter in the photo," Stefano said, putting a photo on the desk where Clavier was working on. The doctor glanced at the photo for a second, and his eyes trembled slightly before he looked away. Undoubtedly, it was Shadow in the photo, even though it wasn't his real appearance. Clavier knew it from a glance because Shadow's eyes glowed in a particular color when he faced the camera. Other shapeshifters' eyes glowed in yellow when they looked into a camera. But for Shadow, whose soul was tightly bound to the binding