The Prince Of Shadows Novels & Stories

Mr Wright almost jumped out of his boots when he heard Shawn’s raspy voice not expecting him to be behind him, “My lord, when?” “Just now, stop wasting time,” Shawn said and went to sit by the table. The doctor got up and glanced over at Shawn then scoffed and it did not fly by Shawn without being seen. As he followed behind Mr Wright the physician asked, “Who is that fellow that thinks he can order us around? And why did he call the prince by his name, you also referred to him as Lord.” Mr Wright sighed and said, “Doctor please refrain from asking questions and spreading rumours you do not want to upset Prince Aldridge or my lord.”

In the palace Prince Jian’s condition was getting dreadful. He even started to see dark shadows in daylight. He felt the dark shadows cohering with him all the time and also felt them sucking his energy out of him like a parasite. He could see everything clearly, how the shadows move as though they had a life of their own, watching him and shifting with his movements. Spirits lurked in the shadows, watching him. Talking about his appearance, he looked like a living skeleton. His once handsome fair skin and bright eyes had now become pale, swollen and barren ones. He was living in terror and spoke in a tremulous voice.

However, before the prince could figure out what was going on, several shadows appeared nearby. "Oh? These are..." The prince narrowed his eyes. He was a little surprised by these uninvited guests. He knew these things, but he was too lazy to care about them. For example, there were so many bugs in the world. How could he kill them all. But now, he didn't stomp these insects to death. Instead, they surrounded him. The prince was a bit speechless and didn't know what to say! Almost as soon as these black shadows appeared, the area around the prince was sealed.

Odhan asked him curiously. "I am the prince of the Magic Plane" the boy announced proudly. Odhan looked amused. "Who are you?" The boy fired at Odhan. "I am the lord of the Shadowland" Odhan announced.

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

Reaching the prince’s chamber, I was surprised when I saw the number of paintings which were hung over the wall of the hall, all of them seemed new, the paint showing that they were newly drawn, and whoever had drawn them was a talented person, some were of gardens, others were of wolves, but the one that caught my attention was one that looked like the riverbank we lived in back home. “Come in” was heard from inside the chamber, distracting me from the painting, the guards opened the door, revealing the prince wearing pants and a loose white shirt, he was sitting on a couch, reading through some parchment, looking lost in thought that for a second, I thought that he was unaware of me being

Dell lays his hand once again on the big leather book. “What do you mean daddy? How am I so special besides being born a female instead of a male?” Corbin asks looking at the book intently before finally looking up at her dad as he stares at his hand on top of the book. “When you were about a year old. Paden showed up with this book under her arm. She told me that she found it and that it belongs to me and my blood line.” Dell sighs as he let’s go of his daughter’s other hand. Turning the big book around to face his daughter he opens to the page he had marked so many years ago. “I read this book and found that it belonged to our original pack. It was written by a Shadow.” He says as Corbin l

I am drowning in all these thoughts. “Boss, are you ok?” Carlos asks as he steps up beside me, keeping his voice low. I smile as the memory of Carlos that night in Madrid, his blood thirst had taken over him. His humanity was on the verge of leaving him forever. All the blood shed was easy to follow as he stalked his prey. The only problem was the object of his desire just happened to be a trap, Shadow monks of the church had been hunting us for centuries. I killed six monks that night and the decoy they had used, and I would do it again if I had to.

It was just as he thought! The Dark Lord’s crimson gaze lingered on the three humans, lips curling with satisfaction. “And for dessert?” he asked lazily. The Shadow Master grinned, shadows surging at his command. They slithered toward Ron, binding his wrists and ankles, forcing him toward the Dark Lord despite his frantic struggle. Alaric lunged to help, only to be thrown back, black tendrils pinning him mercilessly to the ground. “A pregnant human, also, of royal blood.” The Shadow Master announced with a cruel smile as his shadows brought Prince Ron right before the Dark Lord.

What's going on in that room? With my hands clasped together in a praying position, I tightened my eyes and said a silent prayer that we would find Becca soon. The sound of a person's shoes on the glossy hardwood floor alerted me. A man no less than Sinister’s age entered the room in such extraordinary elegance that it was shocking to see such a person in here rather than in a palace. His dirty blonde hair was neatly brushed back and his facial hair marked his face in such a way as to grab a woman's attention and let her bow down before him. Not to mention how deep the blue in his eyes seemed to dip. Almost like Sinister’s - like a bottomless ocean. His suit seemed to be designer and perfect