The Shadow King Book Novels & Stories

"There are talks of overthrowing your throne. A rebellion is being planned so that they could take your seat forever. I decided to drop by and show my support towards you." Lukas was bewildered. He thought that his friend might have complete control of the situation, but the reality shook him. Then again, he should have known with him gone; the dark forces would eventually come into power and be hungry for his position. It's always been like that, even with the previous King. "H-Hades, I am so grateful for that", The Demon King gushed. "Leo did not inform me about any of this, or I would have handled the situation sooner."

“I do not know but if you pay attention there is more than one shadow.” Grimacing her little sister was shrinking in the seat. Belle put her car in reverse and payed close attention to her back up camera. As she turned out of the parking spot the light from the car lit up one of the shadows. There stood Lazarus shielding his eyes from the light. Somone grabbed him another shadow merged into the light. Zephyr the king was with him. “What the hell! Where did these two yahoo’s think they are doing!” Before the girls could tell him to stop, Matt rolled his window down and stuck out his head.

His Alpha King presence is so real that I can feel the chills through my bones. His anger is not directed to us but to his enemies, and now all the rogues tremble in fear. They thought Alpha King Vincent is not here in the Langston Palace and now they regret even thinking of invading the Royal pack. They whimpered and the rogues in the front kneeled before Alpha King Vincent while the others run back as fast as they could.

His black broadsword shattered into a million tiny, useless pieces! He was thrown fifty feet through the air, crashing hard into the stone wall of his own tomb. Valen didn't give him a second to recover. He blurred across the snow, leaping high into the air, driving his blazing broadsword straight into the center of the Shadow King's chest, pinning him to the stone wall! The Shadow King gasped, black blood oozing from his lips as the golden light spread rapidly through his veins. "This... is not... the end..." the Shadow King hissed weakly, his red eyes fading fast. "The dark... always... returns..."

"The little maid has a bite after all." I froze. A man stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, dressed in all black, with eyes that glowed like emeralds in the dark. He wasn't from my pack. He wasn't from any pack I knew. He was Zade Valerius, the Shadow King. The mothers told stories about scaring their children. He knelt in front of me, his hand reaching out. I tried to pull away, but my body wouldn't move. His touch was electric.

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?”

This wasn't merely a monster. This had once been a ruler. A king. A fallen king. The realization swept through the chamber. The Shadow King wasn't some beast imprisoned beneath the mountain. He had once been one of them. One of the First Kingdom's rulers. One of history's greatest betrayals. The creature's voice suddenly echoed through the cavern. Deeper than before. Stronger, and more dangerous. "I offered them eternity." The words vibrated through stone. "I offered them unity." The darkness surrounding the prison expanded.

He didn’t dismiss it. He went still the kind of still that only came from fear so deep it became instinct. “Describe him,” Rafael said. “Tall. Cloaked in black. Eyes like fire that had gone out.” Rafael turned toward the window. “He’s real, then. After all these years…” “What do you know?” I asked. He paused. Then: “The Shadow King isn’t a man. He’s a force. Born of betrayal. Fed by forgotten bloodlines. When the Moon abandoned her first daughter… he rose.”

The book reflected on the good I couldn't see in the man currently sitting on the throne. "He was the sole reason for Ragnar's destruction," Makaria said behind me. My hands turned into fists as I glared at the man sitting on the throne like he just didn't manipulate the destruction of innocents. Before I could say something, the door of the main hall opened again, gaining all my attention, and the creature I saw next had me gasping as my eyes almost popped out of their poor sockets. I might go eye-less in the end. "The King of vampires," Makaria said while glaring at the creature. No, he wasn't human-looking at all. I mean he looked like a human but at the same time, he didn't. Ragnar was f

Above him, a torch flickered with sickly purple flames. Across the chamber, the Shadow King stood with his hands clasped behind his back, observing Rowan as if he were a specimen. His eyes—cold, infinite, ravenous—shone with a quiet insanity. “You remain surprisingly composed for a man on the verge of losing everything,” the Shadow King remarked softly. Rowan raised his chin, his jaw clenched. “I will not lose. Not when it truly matters.” “The Luna?” The Shadow King grinned, tapping a finger against his lips. “Ah yes… your beloved Luna. Your little miracle under the moonlight.”