The Prince Of Shadows Novels & Stories

The dark knight obeyed and stepped in. As the knight entered the room, the sun’s rays finally had a chance to penetrate the dim storage room, filling the room with its sparkling orange light. With great wonder, Leila saw the prince’s shadow cast clearly on the floor; Instead of a man, his shadow was shaped like a fierce dragon. Leila was gently pulled up by the dark knight. She blinked and shook her head, thinking she had witnessed some kind of illusion. She wanted to get another clear look at the shadow, but the prince had already left her sight.

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

Three wolves mauled by what smelled of shadow-tainted claws, remnants of the Shadow King’s lingering influence. Chaos ignited. I dove in without hesitation. My hands blazed with healing light as I stemmed arterial flows and purged venom from convulsing bodies. Leo watched wide-eyed from Thorne’s protective arms. His small frame was rigid. Blood soaked the earth. Howls of pain sliced the air. But I moved like a force unbound,?sealing gashes, anchoring shifting forms, whispering lunar incantations that pulled warriors back from the abyss. One sentinel gripped my wrist, eyes fever-bright. “Princess… the shadows stir again. They hunt something… royal.”

he whispered, his voice hoarse as we reached the peak together. “Darlon...” I whispered back. And with that, we both came undone, collapsing onto his bed. The shadows crept back in, reminding me of whom he truly was. He was the prince of Umbra, a dark mage cloaked in shadow. Yet something inside me told me that wasn’t the whole truth—that I’d walked into a trap I couldn’t escape. But even so, I was inside him now—inside his head, his room, his heart. And the words he spoke, carried by those ocean-green eyes, kept swirling in my mind, telling me things weren’t as they seemed.

Her smile, laced with blood, looked haunting. A Haunt swept in, scattering the cash and gold bars from the car. Sparks flew, and the flames roared to life with a loud whoosh. I pulled a gold bar from my pocket. "Hear me, infant spirits, it's time for our final showdown!" The winds howled as I watched my mom wail in despair. Her tears were for her wealth, not a shred of worry for me. I spun around and plunged into the swirling darkness without a second thought.

Dressed black on black-fitted shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to show muscle, posture straight. He doesn’t move when we approach. Doesn’t even acknowledge us at first. But his eyes-they flick to Tj then to Neil and finally me. Tj doesn’t slow down, walks like he owns the place. Neil gives the guy a small nod. That’s it. The door opens, I follow them through. And everything changes. The air hits first. Warmer. Heavier. Like stepping into a different world that exists just beneath the surface of the first one. The lighting drops even lower here-soft red, almost dim enough to hide everything completely, but not quite. Shadows stretch longer, wrapping around bodies that are closer and naked.

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

Body claimed and used in the most delicious ways. The heat was rising, and soon it would consume everything in its path. Lila would pay. Kael would break. And Darius would claim what was always meant to be his. The Shadowed Queen was no longer waiting.

A small note was attached. He unfolded it. His expression darkened. Lynnek took the note from his hand. It contained only six words. "The princess belongs to the Shadow King." A cold wind swept across the balcony. Somewhere in the darkness beyond Blackstone... Someone was watching. End of Chapter Fourteen

Both Zinjo and Aurelia went lion in front of the lord, who clapped excitedly, "Oh what a magnificent display. This is why I got into the knowledge business for discoveries such as this one." "Lord Bathory, might I remind you I am the Princess of Shadowfen and Zinjo is my future husband. We are not things for you to study and catalog, although if you asked Zinjo he'd be more than happy to tell you about Kiazangi when we have time." "I suppose with Lebende Dunkelheit running around we should focus on putting him back in the bottle." "There is more than one Dunkelheit running around," Zinjo said. "Impossible, the only one welcomed came from a bottle stolen by Redford, head of the royal guard,"