The Emperor's Shadow Novels & Stories

Emily There were many aspects of my family history that always raised questions for me. As these came to light, it seemed that a dark shadow was re-emerging to dim the brightness of the future. It was a presence of the past that instilled panic in me and wanted to cast a shadow over the days ahead. All the information came piling in, and I felt like a defenseless baby. What was my fault that my mother didn’t keep her home and ran after another man? And what did I have to do with her misunderstandings with “Dad”?

Chandler's legs gave way, and he sank to the floor. He stared blankly at the blood-covered flesh on his hand, murmuring, “It’s really her, it’s really her… “How could this happen?” He asked as he gazed at Ben, his eyes bloodshot, panic and anger surging within him. With a wave of his arm, he sent everything nearby crashing to the ground. Then, he seized Ben’s collar. “Bring me all the data on A167!” His voice trembled as he sank into despair. “Wasn’t it said that the special drug was supposed to be effective?”

“The shadow world operates in a similar manner to the mundane world. We have kings and queens and armies and wars just like on earth. Your mother is more than just a shadow walker. She is of royal lineage. Your grandfather, King Rufus, is coming to the end of time for the use of his mundane body. When that happens, he will no longer be allowed to rule, but will remain in the shadow world as an elder. It won’t be long before his replacement will have to step in and assume responsibility. Alison, that replacement is you.” Alison looked at him as if he had ten heads. First, she was told she was a shadow walker and now she was told she was their princess? Maybe Vanessa was right. Maybe t

From the tumbles of her hair, to the curve of her hips and the light graze of her skirt that moves whimsically as if taken by the wind. I am lost for breath. My father once said a shadow is simply the soul's reflection, it's only glimpse outside the prison of a body. Alive, in a dimension of their own. The very dimension where chaos thrives, where the endless controls. Where, with a simple command from my lips— they may awake. Though I stand in the middle of my throne room, devoured in a world of shadow and chaos staring at the shadow of her, in the far Nethers of my mind, I am still standing at the edge of the library, watching my treasure.

It’s against everything fate has tried to impose upon us. Dorian notices. The smile vanishes from his face, replaced by a flicker of surprise. For a second, uncertainty clouds his gaze—and that’s all I need to believe that maybe, just maybe, we have a chance. “You don’t know who you’re messing with,” Shadow whispers, his voice deeper, darker, like a lament, as if everything he’s endured has prepared him for this moment. He moves swiftly—faster than I expected—and confronts Dorian. The energy surrounding Shadow explodes in a burst of light and darkness that seems to fracture reality itself.

He isn't my friend. "The Shadow Warrior's leader refuses to deal with anyone but you," Daniels says. "The president wishes you to solve the matter immediately." It's so hard not to snap my heels together and salute his idiocy. Instead, I scrunch my nose trying to act scared and concerned at the same time. "Oh dear, this isn't good," I say, wringing my hands for added effect. Okay that may be laying it on a bit thick. "I know I've been living with them, but they still make me nervous. It's their size." I put my arms around my stomach and shiver, adding a brave smile to complete my act. "I'll do what I can," I add with another long shiver. Who knew my college acting classes would come in handy

"In fact, one month ago, the Shadows had gone deep into the Human Emperor's Cemetery, so any news about the Human Emperor's Cemetery could not be hidden from the blind woman. Of course, they also paid a great price, but it was better than knowing nothing about the Inuit. Everyone in this world was paying a price, so some sacrifices were inevitable. At this time, everyone was trying their best. They really couldn't care less about some small sacrifices.

His hair hung over one eye, and when he lifted his head— It wasn’t my brother looking back. “Emory…” The smile that spread across his face was wrong, too still, too cold. “He’s mine now,” the thing wearing him said, voice carrying on the wind like smoke. “My shadow given name.” The Shadow King. The creature that haunted every bloodline, every nightmare, every whispered prayer that never reached the moon. I took another step, the firelight painting his skin in shades of scarlet. “Then take me instead.”

At this time, under the big tree in the courtyard, War Emperor was practicing his shadowboxing moves in a training outfit. He may be old, his body was still pretty sturdy. As he was one of the Four Emperors of the Celestial Empire, War Emperor’s combat power definitely could not be underestimated. His shadowboxing may seem ordinary at first glance, but if one scrutinized it, those moves carried the momentum of the highest quality of martial arts. In the past, when Tyr was clueless about the Transcendent level, he could only sense a sophisticated and tactful momentum exuding from War Emperor’s body. On the contrary, when he saw the old man now, Tyr could feel the thunderous momentum contained

He only saw Empress Elora incarnating into a light at the last moment and creating this barren land that no living being dared to step into now. After he closed his eyes, Emperor Sylvio could not calm himself down for a long time. Empress Elora sacrificed her body to severely injure the Robotias and leave only a trace of soul power to escape. ‘Wait!’ When Emperor Sylvio recalled the picture in his mind, he suddenly found a looming black figure. ‘Who is that shadow?’