Shadow Queen Fanart Novels & Stories

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

Collins scolds her, but to her credit, she actually shuts up and turns expectant eyes on Ansel. “I was doing some research about the shadow god for a school project, and asked her to get some info for me. She couldn’t get it because he wasn’t around at that time, but she had a little information that I also had, except some of the details were different. I learnt that the shadow god was an abomination, born from an unholy ritual. The son of the god of death and the moon goddess.” “Wh…” Tali begins, but is cut off when Collins puts his hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

"The Shadow Queen spent decades preparing for this moment. She knew she might fall. But her work continues." "Tell me what you are planning." "We serve the coming of the Shadow Heir. We prepare the way." He leaned forward as much as his chains would allow. "The Shadow Queen gathered artifacts of power from across the known world. Pieces of the old magic, fragments of shadow essence. She knew the prophecy. She understood what was needed." My stomach turned. "You are trying to resurrect her." "Perhaps. Or perhaps we will create a new vessel for her power. A Shadow Heir born from her teachings, carrying her legacy forward." He smiled wider. "Either way, her work endures."

I’d gotten used to being invisible long before Serena came to live with us when we were ten. Serena was half succubus and half siren. She had amazing blue eyes that sparkled with purple streaks bursting from her pupil and, tonight, was wearing her glossy, dark chocolate brown hair in a braid down her back. It was easy to see she wasn’t exactly into the idea of going to this bar.

With it, the Black-Sun Sect could challenge the Council itself. "A tempting offer," Vane whispered, his skeletal hand reaching for the box. Isabella snapped it shut. "Half now. Half when you bring me her obsidian tooth necklace... soaked in her violet blood." "The Shadow Queen is strong," Vane warned. "But everyone has a blind spot. A mother's heart is a very bright target."

The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow. The black death reemerged with me, whispers words to cheer me on. But I need no such compulsion. I have enough wrath inside me to destroy much more than just one soul. My hand reaches for her neck, as images of her hands on Shades flash through my mind, the push, her smile as she hovered over the balcony admiring her handiwork. One can not touch shadow, but as my hand lifts, it deforms into the hand of a Black Death, a shadow grip around its neck and its eyes widen in wonder.

Jade. Her eyes burned in the half-light, not red this time, but something like bruised violet — hunger mixed with something almost, almost like grief. “So,” Jade whispered to the quiet earth, to the old trees that had seen all of this before. “You’ve finally told her what she is.” Her smile curved slow and cold. “Good,” she breathed. “Now she’ll understand why she has to die.” And with that, the Shadow Queen disappeared into the pines — already planning how to break the shield, before the next Moon could rise.

My forbidden bloodline bent the pure solar energy, converting it into raw, volatile fuel for my own core. My lungs gasped for air as the sheer, unadulterated power flooded my veins, but I refused to break. I absorbed it all, the violet static around my body growing so dense and cold that it began to actively freeze the red sand swirling around my horse’s hooves, turning the desert clay to frost in the middle of a solar storm. "Look at her!" a Lycan warrior roared from the charging ranks, his voice filled with a fanatical, religious awe. "The Shadow Queen absorbs the sun!"

Walls lined with artifacts that predate human civilization. And in the center, a figure. Completely masked. No features visible. Just a smooth, featureless silver mask. "Dragon Queen Jamie Olive Bravery." The voice is distorted. Could be male or female. Young or old. Impossible to tell. "We finally meet. Virtually, at least." The figure sits in an ornate chair. "I am Prime. Leader of the Shadow Council. The true Dragon Council. The power that has maintained order for four centuries while lesser beings like Elena Morgrave played at authority."

“It’ll make you stronger and probably unlock more powers you never even knew about. You could use an advantage in this challenge and that one is the biggest.” “You really think marking and mating could strengthen me?” I asked. “Yes,” he replied. His eyes wandered over to the portrait on his wall; it was a large painting of the Moon Queen. She stood tall with a smile on her lips and her mates surrounded her as if they worshipped the ground she walked on, but it was more than that with the 6 of them. There was an understanding in each of their eyes that she doesn’t belong to just one of them, they belong to each other.