Shadow Queen Fanart Novels & Stories

The light in the room dimmed as if the torches themselves held their breath. She began to see. Her eyes opened wide. A haze of silver light unfurled behind them. She did not blink as she spoke the vision aloud. “Long ago,” she said, “there was a queen of the Emerald Pack. Her name was Elaria. She was fearless and tender. Her hair shone like moonlight when the river ran clear. Her mate was brave, loyal, and fierce. They loved each other with a flame that could have burned mountains.” The Seer’s voice softened. “But war came and darkness rose. The people of Elaria’s pack were threatened by a power that would have slaughtered them all. A shadowed force walked the valley, and wolves fell to madn

⸻ She stood beneath a crimson moon. Thousands of wolves surrounded her. Silver wolves. Black wolves. Golden wolves. ⸻ An army. ⸻ And at the center stood a woman. ⸻ Beautiful. Powerful. Radiant. ⸻ Her silver-white hair danced in the wind. Moonlight glowing around her skin. ⸻ The Moon Queen. ⸻ The woman slowly turned. ⸻ And Amara froze. ⸻ Because the woman had her face. ⸻ The Queen smiled sadly.

Obstacles that could be overcome, but how? Matthias stood still and watched as she continued down the path and noticed that she turned around again, seeking one last glance at him before she disappeared from view. He knew right then and there that he needed to win her over and quickly. He needed a plan to win her over. Immediately! There was no time to waste! Time was of the essence. But how? Pure and simple, manipulation. Manipulation. Reader Notes: Welcome to the world of Das Schatten, aka, the Shadows. The Schatten can turn into shadows and travel through walls and objects, unless they are bound with silver chains.

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

Their skulls jerked on broken necks, jaws dropping in near-unison rictus, and what bled their eye sockets wasn’t mere emptiness, but smoke and wrath—shadows erupting like wasps from a nest. Jenifer, Liam, and Amanda hit the floor with trained reflexes just as a shock wave of force flung every living being back from the column. The Queen remained upright, her mouth twisted into a feral, vindicated smile. Zayla, half-blinded, felt the bones in her hands screaming with raw, overcharged power; her vision fractured into violet shards until all she could see was Ari’s fear reflected back at her like a thousand shards in a kaleidoscope.

I had a folder with all the entries for the tattoo ideas in it. "My favorites are these three." I mind-linked. She took out the top three and looked at them. The first one was a crescent moon with a swirling cloud thing behind it. The description was that we were called shadow pack, so it would make sense that we had a shadow of the moon to represent us. She then looked at the next one. It was two hands that looked to be made from shadows reaching for one another. Then she came to the last one.

There was the smell of damp wood and brittle paper, the smell of something old and neglected, but underlined with something completely new – the smell of paint. Thus her eyes fell on a particularly vivid painting of Queen Lyra Beloved Leader and Protector of the Pack. Queen was shown seated on a landscape; her eyes were gentle and powerful, and her head adorned with a wreath made out of wildflowers. The eyes of Lady Asher glistened with a hint of happiness and desire as she gazed into the painting with just her eyes.

“It feels… like it’s part of me. But it scares me.” Aro’s gaze was fixed on her, almost reverent. “She is no longer just the heir. She is the queen reborn. And soon, she will have to claim it whether she wants to or not.” The Shadowborn tilted its head, unblinking. Then, slowly, it dissolved into a column of mist, retreating into the dark forest. Ryan exhaled shakily, lowering his hands slightly. “That was… too close,” he said. “And it’s only the beginning.”

Althea froze. The color drained entirely from the Queen’s face, leaving her ashen and trembling as she stared at a faint, jagged, silver-edged symbol deeply branded into Aurelia’s skin—a mark that did not belong to Project Chimera, and had never belonged to the royal nurseries of Shadowfang.