The Revenge Of The Shadow King の小説・ストーリー

“No. If he does by chance catch me and sees you there with me, he’ll think it’s your condom.” “Well, it is my condom, so…” He shrugged. “But I don’t want to put a target on your back. We already discussed this; you don’t want to be involved in my revenge plan, either. I’m perfectly fine with that.” “Haven. You’ve already involved me.” Speaking softly, he reached out and cupped my chin between his fingers to capture my attention. When I met his eyes, he said, “If you get caught there, you’re not getting caught alone. End of story. Now… Let’s go buy two costumes and crash this fucking party before the jizz dries.”

It reminded the Forgotten who they were and set them free. Confusion rippled through the army. Awakening spread. But from the army’s heart a new power rose, a shadow so deep it swallowed the light. The awakened Forgotten didn’t turn to mist, they shattered. The Shadow King came. He did not walk but formed a figure of solid night, faceless eyes on Liora, standing between the bleeding stone and her two protectors. His voice was the sound of breaking worlds. You use my weapon against me? he echoed in their minds, thinking memory is comfort? It’s tormenting, I will show you.

Hated the way it sat on my tongue. Luis Renz was supposed to be dead. Buried. Gone. A chapter closed. Dead men don’t come back. But Renz was never normal. She stood, adjusting her clothes like nothing had happened. “Confirmed,” she said. “He’s operating silently. Malachi’s been circling him.” I stared at her. “That’s impossible.” She tilted her head. “Malachi thinks otherwise.” That name made my jaw tighten. “He’s the Shadow King now,” she continued. “Taking territory. Making moves. And doing it clean.”

As the tempest of shadows encircled them, Luna comprehended something horrifying: This was not the concluding confrontation. This was merely the initial assault. The Shadow King was not engaged in battle to achieve victory today. He was striving to shatter their spirits before the true conflict commenced.

He said. “Cercul Umbrelor.” I whispered to my shadows, ignoring him and they began to multiply, surrounding him. “Loviturã.” My shadows immediately attacked him at once. With one swipe of his mutated metal hand, he swung them away but they kept on coming back. The more he swung, the more they kept increasing. I knew I couldn't kill him, but I could cage him. These shadows were just a distraction to keep him from the bigger plan. “Who would have thought that the shadow king was a coward, a wuss who hides behind his shadows.” Darien taunted as he tried to get rid of the shadows that clung to him.

I couldn't relate to their stupidity. "Are they dumb? Two people cannot be king at the same time— —whoever said they wanted to be Kings. They are just Salvatore's underlings. He's the one in charge." The glass in my hand fell to the ground. "Salvatore's alive?" "No. His son is. And he's back for revenge. I found out three weeks ago, and that's why I stepped out from the shadows. I never stopped searching like the rest, so when the news came, it wasn't too much of a shock."

Soon more students who needed to settle a grudge would come and pay heavily with a price, aiding the quick materialization of the shadow, setting me free and following through with my plan. After the Dark Shadow would finally gain his full power, I’d take over the situation and consume all of it, leaving him with nothing left, exacting my revenge on him and at the same time becoming the king of the world. I wasn’t a fool, I knew I wouldn’t be just free to roam around endlessly after his materialization. We were enemies bonded by a curse that restricted us from killing each other. Once I was free he would be gone, never to be seen again.

The Lycan king said. "I wish I could help him, but I can't sacrifice my life for someone who knows no value for it," I said firmly. "Thought you still want to help him retrieve back his company," the Lycan king said with a smirk. "Why should I? Give me one reason why I should help him retrieve back his company and I will do that before nightfall," I asked. "No reason," the Lycan king replied, standing up from the sofa. "Marrock!!" I called out and he instantly stopped in his tracks.

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.”