The Shadow Heirs Novels & Stories

“You can move where others cannot follow. You can enter places unseen and hide what must be protected. But the darkness that shelters you can also consume you.” Shadow’s face became serious. For once, he did not make a joke. Finally, Nyx faced Solara. “Flame.” Solara swallowed. “You already told me about that.” “No. I told you about your power. I have not told you what you are.” Ariana stepped forward. “Enough. These are children, not pieces in some ancient game. Explain what those titles mean.” Nyx turned toward her. “They are the four heirs.” “Heirs to what?” Damian demanded.

he says, voice low, “were a rare alloy, they were designed to suppress rather than kill. When her wolf awakens, memories will follow—fragmented, painful. But Alpha, if she’s Shadow Ridge’s heir, trouble’s coming. Rogues, mercenaries, maybe worse—they’ll hunt her for that bloodline.” I rake a hand through my hair, Atlas whining, urging me toward Leila. If she’s the heir, the rogues’ attack wasn’t random. I need to protect Leila, now more than ever.

“I... I don’t know that name.” Yet the mark over her heart flared with blinding intensity. The creature bowed its head in mock reverence. Elyra was the first Shadow heir. The woman who stood beside the First Alpha when the power was broken. She was your ancestor and she swore an oath that your bloodline has carried ever since. Ryan felt Betty’s hand go deathly cold in his. “What oath?” he demanded. The creature’s voice dropped to a dark, breathless whisper. That when the prison finally crumbled, the Shadow heir would return to finish what was started.

Body claimed and used in the most delicious ways. The heat was rising, and soon it would consume everything in its path. Lila would pay. Kael would break. And Darius would claim what was always meant to be his. The Shadowed Queen was no longer waiting.

My eyes burned crimson, and my fangs pushed against my lips. Shadows spilled across the floor around my feet, cracking the stone and catching the edges of the tapestries until they turned to ash. She was gone, she had left the estate, and I hadn’t felt her leave. Footsteps thundered up the stairs as Caleb came rushing through the door with four of the shadow guards behind him. They had their weapons drawn, but they stopped when they saw the room. “Master!” Caleb shouted over the noise of the magic. “What happened?”

The Chancellor smiled. “Welcome, Rowan.” Kael raised his sword. “Put him down.” The Chancellor didn't move. Instead, he looked behind us. Damon turned. The entrance slammed shut. Black smoke filled the chamber. Something moved inside it. Large. Fast. Hungry. Seraphine whispered, “That's the shadow.” The smoke parted. A creature stepped into the light. It had silver eyes. Black claws. And a crescent mark from its chest. It looked exactly like my son. Except its eyes were empty. The Chancellor lifted my baby. “Meet the heir's shadow.”

I love that he loves to cook. He carried me to the bed, propping me up with some pillows, handing me a book to read. It was one I had gotten out of the library we found yesterday. It was about the different kinds of shadows in the shadow realm. Shade is an official, apparently. Extremely strong, intelligent, and a direct descendent of the original shadow.

"I can't be this person. I am unable to inherit darkness. Still holding the book tightly, I collapsed to my knees. I felt as though I was being choked by the weight of the truth. I had trouble breathing, and my heart was beating. How is this possible? How could such evil power be linked to my lineage? In my head, the words on the pages danced, echoing and repeating. I was the Shadow Heir. I was more than just a First Kingdom descendant. I was the heir to the exiled one, the one doomed to conceal themselves in the shadows. According to the book, the kingdom would rise again when the powers of the shadow returned, but this time, the person who had fallen into darkness would rule it.

“But so were Sheryl and Lilith.” A dark shadow passed over Cael’s face. He remained still, a little hint of annoyance escaped his usually unreadable expression. His jaw clenched slightly. Then, in an unexpected gesture, his hand brushed against hers, barely a touch, but enough to send warmth through her fingertips. For the briefest of moments, his gaze softened. Then he pulled away. Without another word, he turned and left the room, his movements sharp. --- A while later, the door swung open again, and Lucy came rushing in, followed closely by Alara, her midwife.

The peaks ahead were jagged silhouettes against a blood-colored sky. The Moon Grave waited there, ancient, forbidden, and alive. And in that moment, as thunder cracked once more and the ground trembled beneath us, I knew what the Shadow had meant. He’s awake now. Not just Storm. Something older. Something buried beneath the world’s bones. And it wanted its heir back.