Shadowheart Act 3 Quest Novels & Stories

I snatched a doily off of the side table and tried to wrap my arm but it soaked with blood instantly. Hashem was slowly getting to his feet and I turned to face him. “You are a traitor and you will die a coward’s death,” I said, in a whisper but loud enough for him to hear. I reached for my shard as he lunged toward me with a piece of glass. I was just barely able to move and he tried again to swipe at me, this time he connected and got my side. FUCK! I was going to pass out soon, it was too much. Blood, there was blood everywhere. The yelling, the voices and the footsteps were everywhere now, close and I heard the voices yelling in English.

Their eyes, one silver, one black, gleam with cryptic intent, and the core’s hum falters, the shard’s tendrils pulsing. Seris steps forward, her starlight blade tense, her voice sharp. “Veilborn? Your kind sows chaos. Speak, or we purify you.” Kael’s void-blade hums, his shadowed aura coiling, his voice gruff. “They’re no ally, Convergence. The Shadowkin trust no rogue.” I raise a hand, the Veil’s hum guiding me, my voice steady. “Theryn, if you know the shard, prove it. What’s your price?” My words carry Elara’s resolve, but my essence strains, the shard’s chaos a weight on my heart.

I must keep going, even though I am exhausted and sweating, because this is the only way I can win. Then I hear it—a noise behind me, a rustle. I tighten my grip on the hilt. “Who’s there?” I whisper, turning slowly. The forest answers with silence. But then—I saw a shadow between the trees. Someone is watching me. For the first time since my seventh rebirth, I realize I may not be the only one with memories.

"The Binding of Three Thrones. If you can complete it, if you can unite the Shadowlands, the Silver Court, and the Northern Kingdom under one rule, you'll have power even Seraphine can't match." "How do I do that?" "You need three things. The Shadowlands crown. The Silver Court's blessing. And the Northern Kingdom's oath." Miriam's breathing grew labored. "But child, listen. Seraphine killed your parents to prevent this exact ritual. She won't let you complete it without a fight." "I'll fight then."

"The key to vanquishing the ancient evil lies within the heart of Shadowveil, the enigmatic bringer of secrets." The revelation sent shockwaves through the expedition, casting doubt upon their newfound ally. Was Shadowveil truly their salvation or a cunning adversary with ulterior motives? With the prophecy in their possession, the expedition members confronted Shadowveil, demanding answers. The air crackled with tension as Alpha Celeste's voice echoed through the chamber. "Shadowveil, we have learned of the prophecy. Explain yourself. Are you the harbinger of doom or the key to our salvation?" Shadowveil's eyes shimmered with a mix of sorrow and resolve. "I bear the burden of both. For with

Emma said firmly. “You carry the crown whether you want it or not.” Emma narrowed her eyes. “I carry my own name, not his.” The shade let out a laugh like wind rustling through bones. “He waits at the gates. You must choose to enter… or be devoured by what lies between.” Steve stepped forward. “Enough riddles. She’s not alone.” The other two shades hissed at him, but the leader raised a hand, silencing them. “Then walk the shadow path. If your heart is true, you will reach the gates. If not…” It gestured behind them. “The forest is hungry.”

**🥀** 🥀 ARWAN'S POV 🥀 My eyes widened in horror, I was in the middle of a meeting with Bruno and the others when I heard Melonie's thoughts, “Arwan, Ashera's grave is in our home, where we left. Ashera was buried in the realm of the Lycanthropic dragon — Alastor is on his way to find it… Hurry!” My heart skipped a beat as I quickly grasped Bruno's hand, the news made my blood run cold. “Alastor is on the way to get the sword, we need to get to it before him. The situation is critical and urgent. Do not delay."

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

“But boss, does this mean that If this works out, I I’ll finally be promoted from my chauffeur duties? No more of these ‘executioner’ roles?” I allowed a slow, cold smile to spread across my lips. “If we succeed Caleb, you’ll be elevated from ‘The Shadow’ to ‘The Keeper of the Seal.’ It’s a prestigious role with substantial influence within The Shepherd’s Keep.” A flash of hope crossed his face, quickly masked by a hardened resolve “And Vanessa? What’s next for her though?” I leaned back, the leather creaking under my weight. “Vanessa’s role was always meant to be temporary. Her job was to catalyze Adrian’s downfall. Once our goals are achieved, her future will be reassessed. For now, she ha