Novel & Cerita The Revenge Of The Shadow King

“Drink the contents.” “What is it?” “Just drink, princess Sera. The ritual has already begun.” My eyes landed on each of them before finally taking the gourd in my shaky hands. The liquid burned as it travelled down my throat and the taste of blended fruits and herbs filled my mouth. As I swallowed the fruity taste changed into something bitter and pungent that almost made me retch. “The rules are simple. Survive a night in the shadow cave and only then will you be fit to marry the Shadow king.”

And a voice that sounds like a thousand nightmares speaks: "I AM RETURNED. BRING ME THE SUPREME ALPHA WHO DARES CLAIM MY THRONE. BRING ME MIRA STONE, AND I WILL MAKE HER DEATH QUICK. RESIST, AND EVERYONE SHE LOVES DIES SCREAMING." The Shadow King has arrived. And he's coming for me.

It was the look of a man who had finally stepped out of the shadows to claim the only thing in the world that mattered to him. "Did you think it would be that easy, V?" Silas asked, his voice dropping to a seductive, terrifying crawl. "Did you really think you could just run off with a common street dog when I fucking own you?" He took another step, the gun outstretched, his men fanning out behind him. "The game is over, Valencia," the Shadow King whispered, a dark, possessive smile playing on his lips. "I’ve come to take my masterpiece home."

I swallowed, unable to put the doom that will before us all, in a full sentence. King stopped pacing. “We could lose her too. We can’t let that happen.” A silent, suffocating panic pressed against my chest. “We won’t,” I vowed. “Even if I have to tear every kingdom. I’ll find the shadow bride and end her before she brings doom to us all.” King hummed approvingly. “Good. Ravenna is ours. The Shadow bride seems to be going after her to get back at us.” I thought about what he said. Could that be the reason?

Hate had never tasted so sweet. The shadowed queen was rising, and the pack that had once betrayed her would kneel… or bleed.

“We’ve already lost too much. You’ve brought a curse upon this family with your pride.” Father exhales, looking worn out. "They killed my son, who is my blood, Mother." I did what any king would do.” Her lips twist into a cruel smile. “And what about the sons you might still lose?” He frowns. “What do you mean?” Before he can react, a guard steps forward—one of her loyal followers—and takes out his sword, stabbing my father. The crown hits the marble floor with a sharp clang just before my father’s body does.

It was just a pity that his form could not return to its original state. "Is Mum really dead?" Alex asked Hector. Because of his vision earlier, there hadn't been too many scenes about the mother. This was probably because what Alex saw came from Hector's incident. "Your mother is gone. And it's all because of the king's thirst for eternal life." Hector said. "What really happened, Father? Why was Clan Achelon targeted by the king? I'm sure if no one had whispered or inspired this crazy idea to the king, he wouldn't have done such a crazy thing," Alex said. "Alex said.

Ava's words stayed on my mind, and I knew my bed would soon be empty. "Olivja, please," Jack said as he followed me into the bedroom. "What do you want, Jack?" I asked him, and he looked down with no response. "The feeling was overwhelming," he said, and I laughed. "You'd better head to Shadow and complete what you began, Jack. Don't expect my consent, as it will never come. I'll never say it's alright just to ease your conscience. The truth is, it's not alright! It's painful! It feels like a betrayal, and I can't recover from it. So, don't waste time hoping I'll have a change of heart because I won't. I'm the one who loses in this. Not you, not her, not the damn pack members, just me. Me an

Karina was covered in sweats, her teeth gritting as she poured all her force into slowing down the momentum of Hail’s final attack. Without another word, the other Nobles summoned their shadow. The blackness of its feature stretched until they connected. It was only then that it stretched into a dome that covered all of them. At the same time, Sloane called upon her shadow who stretched in the basis of her shadow. Before the dome closed upon her, she’d seen Sloane winked at her and she felt a warm sensation stabbing her stomach.

For someone that ruthless and wicked, she didn’t deserve an easy death. As for Damon, I was going to wait until he had no one to hold on to, then I would leave him for Eric or Lucian to do as they liked. I knew things would not still be in place even after Damon and Diane had been killed. My father was after the throne, and so was Lucian; things would become more gruesome even after the people in power had been taken down. A sigh escaped my lips as I realized it was a never ending war. A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. It pushed open and a maid walked in with an envelope in her hand, "My Lady, you have a letter.”