Shadow Princess Book Novels & Stories

Some made the sign of warding with their fingers, whispering as she left the room. “That’s the cursed one,” she heard one murmur. “The girl who brought the storm.” By seventeen, she had learned not to speak unless asked. She moved like smoke and silence—present, but never welcome. That was the year she broke a boy’s nose during combat drills. She hadn’t meant to, not really. But when he leaned close and muttered Shadowspawn in her ear, something hot and primal took her over. The crunch of bone. The smear of blood. The sudden silence.

She always has. Tonight is ours. Just ours. THE END A/N: A sneak peek of Sienna’s story ‘The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos’ will be posted here under this book on the 24th of December. Cover Reveal will be on my s0cials on the same day.

Chapter 4 : The Past Aqua didn't always have to hide who she was. She didn't always have to keep secrets. There was a time when her life was filled with laughter, love, and the open embrace of her unique heritage. Born in the hidden town of Silver Cove , Aqua grew up surrounded by family and friends who cherished her for who she was. Her striking white hair, a mark of her lineage, was a source of pride, not something to be concealed.

“You are what Selene tried to stoke. What the Shadow Pack whispered to. The part of me that wanted to burn it all down.” “Not *just* that,” Shadow-Luna replied. “I am also the part that enjoys a well-placed jab. That likes it when Rhea makes some fool elder squirm. That takes pride when Orion snarls on your behalf. I am not a villain. I am the spine in your mercy.” She rose to her feet in one smooth motion. The tunnel, impossibly, stretched to accommodate. “Trial of Shadow,” the Moon’s voice echoed faintly, distant. *You cannot lead what you refuse to see. Face what you fear in yourself, or it will lead you from behind.*

“Then get in line.” For a heartbeat the entire dream-space flooded bright. Not painful. Not blinding. Warm. Like cold night air under a full moon in early summer, clear and alive and fierce. When the light settled, the Moon sounded… almost laughing. “Shield-Mother,” She whispered, soft and reverent and, for the first time, not like a title given by someone else, but like a truth the world had agreed on. “You will break the world and build it better.” Baylee snorted. “Yeah, well. Somebody has to.”

William would simply have to understand. She couldn't be like him, or like Paoli. A mental image flashed through her head and she shuddered slightly. Or like Amber had been. She couldn't take the chance. The idea of feeding on other people was revolting. She simply couldn't do it. Her plan was shaky at best. After all, she had no passport with her to get home. No money, or even identification. But she was sure if she could just get out of the castle, she'd think of something. She was nothing if not resourceful. And once she got back home; and back to reality, she'd feel better. More like herself again.

I demanded. “If you were in my shoes, wouldn’t you?” “Well…” “Exactly.” “All right, I forgive you.” “Thanks…?” Shania rolled her eyes at me. “Now, read. I wanna know what’s in it.” “Let’s see…” I turned the first leaf of the book while looking at the mirror and reading the page’s reflection as I turned them over. “Hot Foot Powder Spell… For plants… for enemies… blah blah blah… Oh! Love Potion.” “Wow.”

A small note was attached. He unfolded it. His expression darkened. Lynnek took the note from his hand. It contained only six words. "The princess belongs to the Shadow King." A cold wind swept across the balcony. Somewhere in the darkness beyond Blackstone... Someone was watching. End of Chapter Fourteen

Alright — let’s carry the momentum straight into Chapter 2 of Shadow Heir, The journey began before dawn, the keep still cloaked in darkness when Eolan stepped into the courtyard. A thin mist hung low, curling around the hooves of the waiting horses like it feared to drift too far from stone walls. The air smelled of wet earth and pine, fresh from the night’s rain.

Soon after, Queen Suna's personal maids came into her room, bathed her gently and respectfully dressed her up in her night rope. Making sure she was alone, Suna walked towards the bookshelf by the side of her room. With eyes glued on books neatly arranged, her eyes fell on a book with a brown leather cover. Carefully she held the spell book and her eyes glittered in satisfaction. She walked towards her mirror, looked at her reflection and back to the book. With long pointed and piercing nails, she flipped through the pages of the book and her eyes rested on a page filled with spell words.