The Prince Of Shadows Novels & Stories

In search of me, darkness bled into the air, tendrils of shadows lashing and twisting to strangle the winds and capture whatever they might be hiding. A giant wave of shadows crashed onto the prince. In a flash, he drew his moonlit sword and severed the dark wave in two. “ALPHA ASHER HAS LOST CONTROL!” His scream ripped through the shrieking howls of Madness, delivering the warning to the other celestials. “THE THRONE MADNESS HAS TAKEN OVER HIM COMPLETELY! THE OBSIDIAN THRONE IS IN THE MORTAL REALM—UGH!” The split dark wave whirled back together, twisting into a wild typhoon. It swallowed the prince and then hurled him across the graveyard.

Somewhere in the depths of the Underworld, a god awaited his bride—and Penelope, terrified and powerless, was being pushed toward him like a lamb to the slaughter. The Underworld pulsed with a life of its own. It was a place where shadows danced along the cavernous walls, and the faint hum of restless souls filled the air like a mournful symphony. The grand halls of Hades' mansion, carved from obsidian and veined with faint streaks of glowing red, emanated an eerie beauty. The torches lining the walls burned with blue flames, casting ghostly light across the smooth floors, which seemed to absorb sound and reflect only silence.

They all are. Besides Wrath and the Deadly Prince at the head of the table, five other princes lounged around the table, and by their intimidating yet palpable aura, it wasn't difficult to distinguish which sin was who. He had hair the color of dry wheat. Thick, flat brows now arching downwards as if he was in deep concentration, or he was somewhere in his own mind, lost under the throes of memories. His aura was calmer. Where the others were like a storm, violent and raging. He brought a sense of serenity to the room. For a moment I forgot where I was, and who I was with, the only feeling tugging at my muscles was to curl up somewhere and just rest. Be at peace.

This was known as the holy war. The seven children played a great part in bringing despair to not only mankind but the heavens. From heaven's greatest angel they fell to the position of the seven princes of hell. However, with their power combined they still could not kill a god. After their defeat, Freya was eternally sealed to a holy cube. Even after all this, he still could not bring himself to kill her.

A taste of bitterness and ashes. Yes, after the Hunter's appeal, there was no turning back. Before them was not just a wolf. Before them stood the prince of the blood of the Northern clan, the White Wolf, capable of destroying those who swore allegiance to his House with only one of his desires. And the "Nightshadows" were precisely those who served the Frostwolves from century to century. And everything would be fine if not for one annoying and irreparable "but"! Sebastian Aelho was also a Hunter! A hunter who accepted the Gift of death, the Gift of strength and ruthlessness, the Gift of strength and speed ... And given that the native blood made itself felt after the bite, now no one could

“You manage to siphon five talents from demons in one night! Especially that shadow weaving. Man, I am jealous right now.” “I don’t understand,” It’s my turn to shake my head. “You want me to murder your brothers? Wouldn’t that…basically prevent your main goal of destroying humankind?” I watch the seventh prince carefully. Even though I can’t see his face, I am hoping more for the fact that I might be able to read something in his body language.

He motions for me to continue flipping each page until he finally holds his hand up, halting me. The two pages are made up of mostly dense print, except for an illustration on the top right. I run my fingers over the ink, triggering something vaguely familiar in the depths of my mind. No, not the depths...I saw this the other night. “What is it about?” I ask. “The rebellion." Roel points to a line in the book that mentions it's formation. “A dark, hideous plague of these lands that has haunted your reign since you were born.” I pull my hand back from the illustration like I've been burned.

Before his voice came at me again, breathier. “Not you Olivia, you and your witness will stay back. Gallagher, send word for the light moon elders immediately.” He growled, looking every bit the powerful king he was as he stood in his dark suit with the gold sash draped around his waist holding the crossed sword I was sure was still stained with blood from his fight earlier. Had Igor opened the gates for the shadowlings as well? I swallowed thickly, locking gazes with the prince and snapping the mask of a smile back around my fave before the man looked away, not smiling back, but not sneering either.

With swift and silent movements, they emerged from the shadows, their dark forms closing in on the unsuspecting prince. As the prince's heart pounded in his chest, a chill ran down his spine, for the Forest Shades were known to be creatures of immense power and ancient magic. Their presence in the forest was a testament to the deep, mystical forces that dwelled within. With his sword now out of reach, Prince Edon had to rely on his wits and instincts to navigate this treacherous encounter. He stood tall, his eyes fixed on the encroaching shadows, as the Forest Shades encircled him with their haunting presence.

Take it down now! However, he did not wait for an answer. I calmly stepped out from the shadows of the room and announced, "I did."