Sir Lancelot Shadow Novels & Stories

Ironfang’s subtle support strengthened her position, and Darius’s presence deterred open challenges. Lila struck that evening during a private dinner, slipping a stronger poison into Elara’s wine. Elara pretended to drink but used her emerging powers to neutralize it, the shadows purging the toxin from her system. The game had turned deadly. But Elara was no longer the prey. With Darius’s bond fueling her and her allies closing in, the Shadowed Queen prepared her final moves. The fall of Silvercrest’s old order had begun.

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.

“If you’re here to stop us, you’re too late.” Lilith laughed, the sound echoing unnaturally. “Stop you? Oh, no. I’m here to deliver a message.” Her gaze locked onto Nicola, and her smile widened. “The Shadowed One is curious about you, little wolf. She wants to see how far you’ll go. Consider this a test.” Before anyone could respond, Lilith raised her hand, and the shadows surged forward, their attacks more ferocious than before. “Nicola!” Marla shouted, her barrier flickering under the onslaught.

The parchment is brittle, the ink faint. Carefully, I unroll it. My breath catches. “This one’s different,” I say. Lucien steps closer again. “What does it say?” I scan the lines, my heart beginning to pound. “It’s not just describing it,” I say. “It’s… explaining it.” “Explaining how?” he asks. “How it can be stopped.” The words hang in the air. Lucien goes completely still. “Read it,” he says. I swallow hard. “‘The shadow can not be destroyed by force alone. It is bound to the hatred it feeds upon and thus can not be severed by singular power.’”

Zaine started fighting me for control and it took everything in me to not let him loose but I needed to warn my principessa. Im her protector and I know Roman, he doesnt care about the mate bond. He killed his fated mate and I be damned if I let him harm Shadow anymore than he has already. Alpha or not. "Why not just keep her as an assassin, shes of better use to us that way." I try to reason with him one last time but i could see in his eyes his mind was already made up.

Before she could pull away fully, a hand clamped around her ankle and wrenched he pulled her out of the narrow shadow into the open, where there was nowhere left to hide. “You bitch really thought you fooled me?” he roared.

My attention is pulled back to my brothers as they step forward. “So, what do you think? Fancy any of them so far?” Lucas asks, a teasing glint in his eyes. He gestures to the midnight-black stallion standing closest to him. “This one’s Shadowfax. He’s the calmest of the three, but don’t let that fool you. He’s got the spirit of a warrior.”

The bond spiked, sharp and urgent, and I spun, blade drawn, as the shadows at the chamber’s edge *moved*, not light tricks but *alive*, curling like smoke, forming shapes—hands, faces, eyes. “Get back!” Lucian shouted, pulling me to the center, his blade flashing as the shadows lunged, not solid but cold, their touch burning like frostbite. I slashed the dagger, its light cutting through, scattering them, but they reformed, faster, their whispers filling my head—*spark, key, ours*. Killian swung his staff, the runes flaring briefly, pushing the shadows back, while Mara stabbed at one, her knife passing through but slowing it. “What are they?” she gasped, her voice shaking.