The Prince Of Shadows Novels & Stories

He didn’t say anything, and my mom nodded, and I caught my breath. She looked at him again, her voice steady. “What about your family?” she asked. I turned to him. But his eyes were already on me. And there was something strange in them. “I’m an orphan,” he said. “I don’t have any family.” His voice didn’t break. I blinked. He had a family. He had a whole empire built in blood and darkness. But the way he said it… It felt too real. And I couldn’t tell anymore who was lying for whom. I couldn’t risk it. Not when I’d seen what he was capable of.

“That’s what you meant when you said your friend helped you escape.” “I was one of them,” he said. “A consort. Like Bastion. Only… I didn’t die.” I stared at him, stunned. He ran a hand through his hair, his expression unreadable, like he’d spent years learning how not to feel what he felt. “She called me her Shadow Prince,” he said with venom. “Fed me silk and poison, laced my blood with hers until I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began. I hated her. And I wanted her. She made it so I’d never know the difference.”

"Of course, this Prince did it. What are you going to do about it?" Serena’s expression shifted to one of annoyance, like she was scraping mud off her boot. "Shadow. Throw this trash down here." Before anyone could blink, a white figure materialized on the roof of the tavern, hanging upside down like a bat. It was a ghost-like figure. No one in the street—not even the shifters with the keenest senses—had noticed her shadowing Serena. Shadow dropped. Her hand clamped onto the Prince’s collar, and with a casual flick of her wrist, she hurled him off the second floor.

The space was dim and eerie, with multiple exit doors—each one a possible gateway to freedom or further doom. Before she could fully orient herself, a harsh voice cut through the silence. “Nice meeting you in person, Although it's not so much the occasion I thought we would be meeting.” It sneered. Anaïs' vision adjusted to see a figure of a young woman walking gently into the light following beside her was a bulky man, whose presence was as intimidating as his silence. Two more figures lurked in the darkened corner of the room. It took a moment for Anaïs to recognize them. The air of superiority belonging to Lilith and Sheryl was unmistakable.

The vision whispered: “She who stands in eclipse holds the world’s fate.” From the swirling void of the gate, a hulking man cloaked in black emerged, his glowing scarlet eyes burning through the abyss. Darkness rippled outward as his forces spread like wildfire, consuming everything in their path. Veyron watched helplessly as they seized his mate, forcing her to her knees before their champion. His laughter rebounded off the earth, echoing into the depths of Veyron’s soul. The vision shifted again, and the Gate’s cryptic words struck him once more: “Beware the shadow’s whispers, for they herald ruin.”

Shadows flickering like they had minds of their own. The Shadow Prince. Max had written once in the margin. The boy who calls echoes from the void. My fingers trembled as I turned the page. And for the first time... the ink rearranged itself. One word: Damian. That’s when I knew. This wasn’t just a royal homecoming. This was the beginning of something else entirely. And whether I liked it or not... I was already in the middle of it. ***** The tension in the capital shifted the day the Queen’s long-lost son stepped through the gilded palace gates. No fanfare. No procession. Just one man — cloaked in midnight blue, shadow magic curling faintly around his boots like smoke from an old, long-dead

“The prince is behaving strange, his shadows are different, more like they are moving by themselves.” I stiffened. Jeffrey slowly turned to look at our son. And my breath caught. A dark swirl curled around the baby’s tiny hand—like smoke, but thicker, alive, pulsing. A shadow that had weight and intention. It coiled up his arm, then flicked outward like a living tail. The entire hall fell silent. “What is that?” someone whispered. “Is the prince… cursed?” “Shadow magic… from where?” “The Luna—look at her wrist—”

the old man states, trying to keep calm as he now also felt the sudden change around them. The sounds of the insects that could be heard a while ago were now all but put to silence, the wind also sent a strong scent of metal and sweat lurking around. For the prince and his men, it was something that could easily be noticed especially in a place like that. “It seems you are quite correct about that,” He finally states, noticing the figures that were now starting to move within the shadow. “Sire?” Lord Slog frowned a bit confused but was immediately taken aback upon seeing several forms begin to emerge from the dark corners that were around them.

A woman exclaimed. Thump! The Black Prince's heart was beating fast. “I know you’re there, Illarion!” cried the woman again. ‘How did she know where I was?’ asked the Black Prince to himself. Not wanting to brag, besides being called the Black Prince, Illarion Black also had many other nicknames, one of which was 'black shadow'. That title was not without reason, because every time Illarion descends to spy on enemy territory, no one knew of his existence. And now a girl could suddenly guess his place with certainty. She's definitely not an ordinary girl, right?

“Let’s not be modest, Princess….the one that you were up against were his supporter..not him personally..that prince is nothing but a mere puppet….I know for sure that one of his backer were the Darkness Guild…and honestly Aeternum and Darkness Guild were not on good terms…With that Prince under my watch…the Darkness Guild will not dare to come out and make a scene..whether they wanted or not…this battle…they were no longer going to participate when they know Aeternum is already in it…” What is annoying about the Prince is not that he was great by himself, but instead those who is supporting him. I know personally by the data that My intelligence team has collected that, the prince were actu