Shadows Of Forgotten Ancestors Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Then: "They found us." The city trembled. Then far beyond the palace— a gigantic shadow rose above the horizon. Larger than any tower. Larger than any mountain. Watching the kingdom. Watching the Heirs. Then Kael's voice became serious. Dead serious. Then: "If we keep arguing..." He pointed toward the shadow. Then: "We all die." The giant shadow opened its eyes. Two burning red suns. And the Forgotten Kingdom began to wake. To Be Continued...

Cole explained and Adam listened attentively. “What?” Adam curiously asked while looking for the hidden meaning. “At certain times of the day, the shadows make it look like Medusa and the smile on it turns ominous if you stare at it for too long,” Mr. Cole responded. Adam tried to see it and found it. “The fountain was doomed to spend centuries in different storages before my great grandfather bought it in an auction in Greece. It has been in the family since,” Mr. Cole concluded and the two of them kept on staring at the fountain. Adam suddenly remembered that he was there for a job. He hurried to the car and pulled out his bags. He hadn’t taken his client very seriously but his views had d

The forest responded, its ancient power coursing through her veins. Ayanna's eyes blazed with a fierce inner light. "I will not be defeated," she declared, her voice echoing through the forest. The fate of her daughters, her legacy, and her heart hung in the balance. Ayanna would stop at nothing to secure their future. Even if it meant confronting the darkness within herself. The darkness that Shadow had awakened. The darkness that would soon consume her. ******* LUNARIS CASTLE: Prince Louis felt some wave of energy drained from him as he felt a bit dizzy...

"I can't be this person. I am unable to inherit darkness. Still holding the book tightly, I collapsed to my knees. I felt as though I was being choked by the weight of the truth. I had trouble breathing, and my heart was beating. How is this possible? How could such evil power be linked to my lineage? In my head, the words on the pages danced, echoing and repeating. I was the Shadow Heir. I was more than just a First Kingdom descendant. I was the heir to the exiled one, the one doomed to conceal themselves in the shadows. According to the book, the kingdom would rise again when the powers of the shadow returned, but this time, the person who had fallen into darkness would rule it.

I traced them with a finger, heart oddly steady. Reading it this time felt different. There were mentions of bloodlines cursed and blessed, of witches who could shift the tides of fate. And one phrase jumped out at me—“The forgotten child always carries the loudest truth.” A chill spread through me. Forgotten. Cast aside. Like me. I flipped another page and gasped quietly. A symbol glowed faintly beneath my touch. It pulsed once, soft as breath. Then I heard it. A low growl. In my head.

"There. Those appear to be the most ancient literature. We combed through old writings for hours, searching for any mention of shadow realms or lost pack members. I was about to give up when Hardin gave me a call. "Delicious! Take a look at this. I ran over. He held an old journal, the pages yellowed with time. "What is it?" Glancing over his shoulder, I questioned. It is a diary, he declared. From more than a century prior. Take a listen to this: "The shadows get darker every day." More members of our pack vanish and then reappear altered. The elders talk about an evil from long ago rising, but they won't do anything about it. I worry that it might be too late for everyone.

The next chapter of their journey beckoned, and as they prepared to face the shadows that lurked on the edges of their existence, Chloe felt a sense of determination and acceptance, ready to embrace the legacy that awaited her and shape the destiny that lay ahead. Days turned into nights as Chloe delved into the secret archives hidden within her family's home. The books, ancient and weathered, contained the wisdom of generations, revealing the intricacies of the supernatural world she had unwittingly entered. Chloe's nights became a journey through the hidden corridors of knowledge, each page unraveling the mysteries that surrounded her existence.

The air grew colder, and the flickering candlelight cast eerie shapes on the walls, as if the very spirits of our ancestors were watching us. We entered a dimly lit chamber adorned with ancient tapestries depicting forgotten battles. In the center stood an ornate pedestal, upon which rested a weathered tome bound in dragonhide. The elder gestured for us to approach, her expression grave. "This book holds the key to your lineage and the truth of the shadows that haunt you." As I reached for the tome, a sudden rush of energy surged through me, and I felt Ari stir within. "Be careful, Zayla," she warned, her voice echoing in my mind. "Not all knowledge is meant to be uncovered."

Right after she left, a dream visited Z, the kind that was closer to a nightmare. A hundred and seven years ago, when Zeniah was born, the castle celebrated a magnificent feast. It was rare for a newborn to have a shadow clutched immediately to her. Usually, it took a month, year even, before the shadow could manifest; however, Zeniah’s was ever-present, so much so that Zoriah, her grandmother, who was the one who split her daughter’s stomach almost died when Zeniah’s shadow lashed out.