Shadow Princess Book Novels & Stories

Beneath its unassuming exterior lay a fortress of secrets, its halls buzzing with the covert operations of the supernatural world’s most elite spies. As she approached the entrance, the deference shown by passing operatives caught her off guard. A young vampire, his eyes glinting with crimson, dipped his head respectfully. A pair of shifters, their forms still tinged with the musk of their recent transformation, paused to nod in her direction. The gestures were subtle but unmistakable, and they stirred a discomfort in Aurora’s chest. She was no stranger to respect within the Order. She had earned her place through skill and determination, but this felt different, almost reverent, as if they

My pulse quickened as I pulled the brass key free from its hiding place. It was small, etched with delicate grooves that matched no standard door lock I had ever seen in our home. ​I held the brass key tightly in my palm, closing my fingers around it until the metal cut into my skin. ​I looked back at my reflection in the silver mirror. The terrified girl who had watched her family crumble in the storm was gone. In her place stood someone new—a prisoner wearing the silver ring of The Crimson Crest, standing inside the enemy's fortress with a hidden key in her hand and a spark of vengeance in her heart. ​The game had shifted. I was no longer running from the shadow. I was inside it.

Selene happily laid on the bed while Senya sat beside her, holding a small thick old book that she had found inside the mansion. Senya started to read a book while young Selene kept her ears to the story. "Once upon a time there was a long lost princess of the moon. She was a powerful young lady who wanted to kill her enemy, the dark shadow vampire. Because her blood will be their weapon and key to having an eternal life and to rule humans and other elements. Many of the vampires wanted to find her and kill her. Because the princess was unknown, the vampire caused a nightmare for humanity. They kill and get the blood of humans to make themselves stronger..."

She ran to a corner when the man tried to embrace her. "No!"She screamed as she stepped behind, whimpering. "Are you the shadow that has been stalking me for years, and you have finally succeeded in kidnapping me, huh?" She asked in a shaky voice, her index finger pointing towards the figure. Long before she was taken by Alpha Rasmore into captivity, a shadow had been stalking her. At first she thought that maybe it was associated with her stepsister Karen Milburn since she liked framing her, but as quickly as the shadow had appeared, it vanished and she never got to see it again.

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Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 1: The Departure The carriage door closed with finality that echoed through her chest like a death knell. Through crystal-clear windows enhanced with court magic far beyond territorial capabilities, she watched Shadoweave's spires fade into pre-dawn mist. Each familiar landmark disappeared with the inexorable permanence of choices that couldn't be unmade.

Her blue eyes bled back into a deep, swirling violet. "Mommy?" she asked, her voice returning to that eerie, calm tone. "Yes, shadow?" "Can I keep the shiny man’s shadow now? I caught it while he was kneeling." She opened her tiny hand. Inside her palm, a small, wriggling piece of black silk—literal shadow-matter—was trapped. It was a piece of Silas’s soul. Killian let out a sharp, surprised laugh, picking her up and kissing her forehead. "Keep it, Princess," he grinned. "Consider it a souvenir for your first successful lie."

After the dishes were cleared, Shannon disappeared to retrieve something important from her room and returned with a large hardcover book that she placed on the table between Aurora and Caspian with a decisive thud. "This is my picture book," she said. "From my competitions. Uncle Caspian, you have to sit next to Aurora so you can both see." Caspian raised an eyebrow at his niece. Shannon looked back at him with the perfectly composed expression of someone who had already thought several moves ahead and was waiting patiently for everyone else to catch up. Caspian moved his chair.

“Did the little orphan fall down again?” Sierra didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe too loudly. She just watched the trio with lowered lashes. They stood above her like hungry crows: Elara – The Leader: Pale blonde, perfect lips, eyes like chipped quartz. Always smiling when it hurt most. Gloria – The Shadow: Lanky, wolf-eyed, knuckle bruises, laugh like shattered glass. Patricia – The Echo: Pretty brunette, fake pout, sharper tongue than blade. “Maybe she’s waiting for someone to help her,” the wolf-eyed girl said, crouching close enough for Sierra to smell her sour breath. “A prince, maybe?”

She wanted Nick back, no matter the consequences. She shook her head. If there was one thing that Nick needed to learn, it was to not trust anyone. Absolutely no one. It was a lesson she’d learned at the tender age of six years old, so many years ago, when her mother and father decided she was too much of a responsibility for them and they tried to leave her behind in Shadow Land. Fortunately, she’d managed to perfect transporting herself from realm to realm and no longer needed their assistance. Otherwise, she would have been condemned to live in the alternate reality of shadow land; appearing ghostlike on the earthly plane without a physical body of her own. Even if it did mean she ha