The Shadow Bound Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

Queen Delilah stood firm on the balcony of the hidden forest estate, the wind whipping her silver gown around her. Below, the storm roared, waves of shadow demons advancing in dark surges through the ruined human city. She scanned the horizon, lightning crackled, bridges collapsed, fires flared. Beneath her, protected by stone walls and flickering magic spells, was Shola. The queen’s heart clenched. Shola was human. Vulnerable. Not born of fire or fate. She needed shielding.

Felt something calling her home. But she wasn't alone. Kragoth was still there. Still trying to drag her down. "You can't escape," the Shadow Queen hissed. "You're mine now." "Like hell I am," Laura said. The Moon Goddess's power wrapped around her and pulled her up. Toward the light. Kragoth screamed and latched onto Laura's soul. "If you go, I go too!" "Fine," Laura said. "Come on then, let's see how long you fucking hold on."

“I’m the perfect puppet — cursed blood, disgraced name, and now mated to the man who helped destroy my family.” “You’re not a puppet,” Caine growled. “You’re the Queen this realm needs.” “You say that,” she replied, stepping past him, “but even queens fall when the truth isn’t on their side.” Meanwhile… In the deepest wing of the rogue encampment, Darian stood before a council of shadows. “She suspects,” one hissed. “She always would,” Darian replied calmly. “But she’s not ready. The bond will weaken her.” Another voice spoke — this one female. “And if it strengthens her?”

The black steel hissed against her skin. Smoke curled upward. The Hollow Queen smiled. “You carry your father’s stubbornness.” Cassian twisted the blade hard enough to cut through bone. She vanished into smoke before it landed. Reappeared behind him. Clawed fingers slashed across his back. Cassian dropped to one knee. Blood sprayed the crypt floor. Lyra moved before thinking. Shadow burst from the stone around the queen’s ankles. Chains. Black and silver together. They snapped tight around her legs. The queen froze.

With a wave of her hand, she unleashes a torrent of shadowy tendrils that lunge forward with terrifying speed, ensnaring Tonya and Alaric in their grasp. With a cry of defiance, Tonya struggles against the dark magic that binds her, but the queen's grip is unyielding. Alaric fights alongside her, his own powers flaring to life as he attempts to break free from the queen's grasp. But as the shadows tighten around them, Tonya and Alaric realize that they are outmatched. The queen's dark magic is too powerful, her will too strong to be overcome. With a triumphant laugh, the queen raises her hand high, preparing to deliver the final blow that will seal their fate. And as the darkness closes in a

Book 2 - A Queen Among Snakes (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 3 - A Queen Among Blood (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 4 - A Queen Among Darkness (completed and coming soon to paperback) Whole Again - A Queen among Alphas spin-off (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 5 - A Queen Among Tides (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 6 - A Queen Among Gods (ongoing) COMING SOON IN THE SERIES: Book 7 - A Queen Among Tempests Runaway Empress - A Queen Among Snakes prequel Dark Vocation - A Queen Among Darkness spin-off Valor, Virtue, and Verve - A Queen Among Tides spin-off The Next Generation series titled The Royal Shadow Series Much love ADB_Stories

Arsay giggled, “If you’re wondering about the hair it’s actually because she’s bound to the forest as a queen.” Her answer caught me off guard, not because of the answer she gave but because she knew what I was thinking. I looked at her, “Your hair isn’t like that though.” I looked at Arsay’s hair, they did reach the ground and touched the grass but it wasn’t one with it like Esra’s. I looked at the first queen again. Her hair felt like it was bound to the ground like some sort of prison. “Yes…” Her eyes drooped for a moment then she looked at her sister again, “Esra had an unfortunate fate.”

"You? You get a gold bar for burying a coffin. If your brother could do the job, wouldn't it be better? "You've laid to rest so many young souls, maybe it's your turn now." Mom's face twisted into something monstrous, her arms and legs jerking towards me like a puppet on strings. I sobbed and stumbled backward, "Mom, it's me, Silvia, what are you doing?" "The Haunts world is here. No one's going to make it out alive. I know how your blood calms the wind. Maybe if we drain it dry, they might spare us."