Shadow Queen Fanart Novels & Stories

"Now someone need to clean up the mess you created. Surely my niece is on the verge of getting the Alpha Hybrid back. The Crescent Moon rising is in a week time. And I need the Crescent Pack to be preoccupied for the time being" "Shadow Queen please spare me. I'll rectify everything" The slender figure pleaded. "And what will you do?" The Shadow Queen shot back coldly. "Nothing dear. You will do nothing" Her eyes glowed a bright shade of darkness. "You and those dumb witches have done enough. I couldn't get the tomb's location from the Dermini Clan all because of your miscalculations and mistakes" She returned her eyes back to darkness. "Shadow Queen----" Immediately, out of nowhere, a deep

But before she could reach the end of the corridor— The air split open. A jagged tear of darkness appeared ahead, swallowing the light. From within, a shadowed figure stepped through, her presence suffocating. Selene. The Shadow Queen. She wore black armor that seemed to absorb the light, her silver hair falling in perfect waves over her shoulders. Her violet eyes burned with amusement. Lena skidded to a stop. Cassian was at her side in an instant, sword raised. Dorian’s daggers glinted as he positioned himself slightly behind them, his body tense.

she said as she stormed out of the room. "Queen," Ace Denzell bowed, fisting his hands against his chest. The Queen was an old woman with dark skin that contrasted sharply with the pale vampires of their bloodline. Her eyes were large, dark brown and her lips slightly red as they curled upward in an amused smile. She looked like she was born in the shadows. In her room, she had summoned the entire Dark Shadow Coven council, consisting of an Ace, two assassins knights, and a Witch Rosaline.

"I don't want a fair fight, I want something more than that. I want the Dark Knight Pack to watch their Alpha crawl, I want them to see him choose a woman over his duty, and then I want them to watch me take both." He moved toward her, the needle glinting in the light. "— and you, Rebecca, are the perfect bait. A Luna who can't shift, a mother who can't protect her pup — you are the epitome of Kenziel’s failure." He grabbed her arm, his grip like a vice. Rebecca thrashed as the silver shackles tore at her skin but she was too weak, the serum was already dragging her senses back into the fog. "Don't..." She pleaded, her voice breaking.

Kiana watches her, a small smile resting on her lips. There is something comforting about this. The movement. The voices. The certainty that everything is coming together. “Do you like it?” the Queen asks suddenly, turning back to her. Kiana blinks, then looks down at herself. At the fabric. At the details. At the care woven into every thread. “Yes,” she says softly. Then, with more certainty, “I love it.” The Queen’s expression softens. “Good,” she says. “It should be worthy of you.”

He handed over a scroll sealed with dark wax. Elizabeth opened it. Inside, a symbol she hadn’t seen since childhood a spiral sun, the crest of the Shadow Queen. A name that hadn’t been uttered since the fall of the Eastern Coven. “She’s alive,” Elizabeth whispered. “And she’s coming.” The Shadow Queen. Long ago, she had been Isolde’s twin, Selaria. A powerful witch-wolf hybrid, cast out for delving into forbidden magic. She vanished after the Eastern War, thought dead. But her return would be a cataclysm.

She could heal fast, that's the only gift the moon goddess gave her. She walked slowly, dragging her feet along with her, she cursed Sophia in her heart. "The witch hated her for no reason, no one liked her, no one". She thought in her heart as lonely tears fell down her pale blues eyes making them shimmer. And as she was reaching the outskirts of the pack, she felt Ariana begging for control, to release her own pain the way she knew best. She rarely let her out due to her odd color it made her feel like a monster . It made her wolf snappy but reduced the risk for more mockery for she'll rather be called the wolf less Omega than a monster.

I stood in the center of the high stage, my hands folded neatly over my grey maid apron. Deep inside my chest, the royal magic fire was pulsing with a slow, heavy heat. The bitter, dry taste of copper blood was faint on my tongue. I tightly clamped my mouth shut, forcing my teeth together as I forcefully swallowed the hot blood down, keeping my posture perfectly straight. I kept my face locked into a flawless, stoic mask of absolute innocence. Beneath my wet grey uniform sleeves, the golden star birthmark remained completely hidden in the dark. Across the long silver table, the High Elders of the global Lycan Council were whispering in low, gravelly voices.

He knelt before the Shadow Alpha, recounting every detail of the public claiming and the blood rite. The Alpha’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “Good. Let them celebrate. Their arrogance will be their undoing. Prepare the assassins. The human queen and her little whore will not see the next full moon.” Unaware in their warm, love-filled sanctuary, the royal triad held each other tighter, their forbidden bond glowing like the moon above—beautiful, powerful, and now marked for destruction.

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.