Shadowed Thrones Novelas e Histórias

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

I could feel my flesh burning and I winced in pain. “Stop running. You’re only going to suffer more,” he said as he entered the broken door. I ignored what he said and continued climbing up the stairs. It only took me a couple of seconds before I reached the line of tables in the very middle. The entire library was not in total darkness because of the light slipping through the glass windows from the outside. I ran to the east wing and hid behind the tall shelves while catching up my breath. The werewolf’s footsteps echoed in the air.

Enzo is just happy to have all his ‘brothers’ The night air was sharp with sea salt and memory, Enzo stood at the edge of the pier, hands in his coat pockets, watching the shadows dance across the warehouse district. The same docks where shipments once moved in silence under the veil of moonlight. Where loyalty was currency and betrayal cost blood. He hadn’t set foot here in years—not since he chose a different path. A better one.

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

Her fingers are long and slender, fairly toned, while her oval nails are neatly trimmed. That aside, the sleeves of her top covers the entirety of her arm, but only until the joints of her hand. He thought they were just shadows at first, as her hand was in motion. There were like blood vessels that were traced with a black ink on her skin's surface. 'Strange. . .' "The sun is setting, child. To inform you well, we do not tolerate slothful behaviour here at the Palace." She was not looking at him at all, startling Tristan as he was forced to break his steady concentration.

I asked. "Okay, I will read it out," Seth said. He coughed and sat upright to read the letter. *You failed to fulfill my first request, and I hope you fulfill this one, too, because you might end up losing the remaining three companies I have with me. Here's what you need to do to get your three companies back; bow to the Lycan king because he's the only one that can decide the fate of your company. Go live while bowing to him and your three companies will be released immediately without any problem. Alpha Lucian*

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

“Then let the shadow itself speak.” Before anyone could protest, the torches along the chamber walls guttered. Cold swept through the hall, and from the corners of the ceiling, a dark shimmer began to gather—smoke that was not smoke, shadows that breathed. Zaria’s chest tightened. She knew that presence. The shadow was here again. The lords and ladies recoiled, their bravado vanishing in an instant. Some cried out, others reached for charms, wards, blades that seemed suddenly useless. The shadows coiled down like tendrils, stretching toward the tribunal floor. And then—

I couldn’t comprehend the amount of information I had that day. I could see the entrance getting closer, as a shadow stepped out from the doors as my vision blurred, and I fell. I had nothing left in me; the darkness cascaded down around me as I was dragged into the abyss.

His eyes burned with a malevolent fire that chilled even the heart of the coldest winter. “So, the flame and frost queen falters,” the Shadow Lord sneered, voice thick with contempt. “Your shadow is mine to command.” Lyra squared her shoulders, her heart pounding but her spirit unyielding. “I carry my shadow. Not yours.” With a deafening roar, the battle escalated. The Shadow Lord twisted shadows into deadly weapons, striking with ruthless precision. Lyra parried and countered, her blade blazing with fused fire and frost, sparks flying as ancient forces collided in a violent dance.