Shadow Queen Novelas e Histórias

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.

She had something more important to be dealt with at the moment and that was to reject her mate outright before this could get out of control. “You heard me, Omega. You’re the lowest and the weakest of the pack. I’m sure you’re aware that I am the Ultima—the last two living ones of the Shadow Pack. Do you think my brother would accept you as his brother-in-law, the worthy mate for his sister? In your dreams, Adamos,” Samantha hissed between her teeth as Zack was staring at her.

It fits my schedule, helps with my mama's expenses in her recovery from cancer, and doesn't taint my reputation because of the mask I always wear. Ever since I started this job I was immediately known as reina de los muertos or the midnight queen. This is because of how I hunt my prey and how I kill them in the most brutal way possible. I never knew how exhilarating danger was if I just stayed inside my shell. Now I tasted blood, I never wanted to stop. My soul is tainted and it is irrevocable. Every mission I give to my mama's treatment and for my brother's expenses at school. This is usually how my life is every day. I treat people with care at day then at night, the underworld hires me to

"But Lilith—the Queen of vampires, isn't going to be happy when this comes out tomorrow. I doubt she's aware Lycaon has done this." “The queen of the vampires?” Emily said in a slightly mocking tone. “She's going to be angry with me?” That sounded just about right, considering everything else that had happened. Why not? Paoli gave her an apologetic look. “Not with you, exactly. But she'll be angry when she learns the truth. This hints at betrayal. The best thing you can do is try to appear meek and stay behind William and me. We'll shield you as much as possible.”

"Because I'm not like you." The queen moved closer. "I don't carry the Shadow." "Then what?" "The first darkness." Luna felt the Shadow inside her recoil. *Danger.* She took a step backward. The queen smiled. "You hear it." "Yes." "It remembers me." Luna shook her head. "No." The queen's eyes narrowed. "You don't believe me." "I don't trust you." "Smart girl." The queen raised her hand. The ground beneath Luna cracked. She jumped away. Kael attacked.

Her reflection shimmered on the orb’s surface—except it wasn’t her. The woman staring back wore the same auburn hair, the same storm-gray eyes, but she was crowned and cloaked in shadows, her gaze burning with fire. Serenya stumbled back. “Did you see that?” Kaelen drew his blade, the steel singing. “What did you see?” “Myself,” she whispered, trembling. “But not… me. A queen. A queen of shadows.” As if in answer, the orb pulsed, and the temple walls shuddered. Dust rained from above. From the shadows beyond the altar, a figure emerged.

But the way she leaned forward, gripping my chin so tight her manicured nails pressed crescents into my skin, burned the words into me like a brand: “Say little. Obey. Dance to his music.” That was her golden rule. Her number one commandment. She repeated it so many times that night I could hear it in the rhythm of my pulse. Speak little. Obey. Dance. To. His. Music. I pressed my lips together in the dark window, staring at my reflection. Her reflection, not mine.

I stared at her. "Why?" She looked toward the throne. "Because she knew the Queen would come looking for you." My eyes moved to the crowned woman. "Who is she?" The woman beside me whispered, "Your grandmother." My breath caught. The crowned woman smiled. "At last." I shook my head. "No." She stood from the throne. "I am the first Shadow Queen." The room seemed to shrink around me. "The woman who created the prophecy?" "Yes." "The woman who has been controlling everything?"

“I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know!! I swear. Please, believe me.” “What sort of piece of shit are you? Tell me!!!” “I don’t know. I swear.” “Miley!” “Shadow.” Ibrahim nudged Shadow’s head with his knee. “We are at the good part. Let me– fine…” She backed down because Ibrahim glared at her. “Juvi.” Juviana halted, turning her face to Shadow. Her complexion softened. “Yes, Shadow?” “Unfortunately, the queen doesn’t know.” “What?!” She shifted her eyes at Shadow once again. “She doesn’t know.”

The Queen’s eyes sweep the group, landing on Liam and softening, then hardening again. “Rise, all of you,” the Queen says. “I want to see my daughters’ faces.” Zayla stands, flanked by Bella, Liam, Jenifer, Alex, and Amanda. The Queen’s gaze lingers on Bella’s jaw, the tilt of her chin, and a faint line of pride. Then, she moves to Zayla, inspecting the violet shimmer of her scales. “So. You have shifted. Congratulations. Few survive the first time without… incident.”