The Shadow King Book Novels & Stories

I was still mighty scared of it because there was a chance it might have freed me to do something worse but it passed through the door, leaving me confused for a second, before the mighty door of the Alpha King’s chamber swung open. Every numb part of my body activated and though a part of my brain screamed run, another part kept my legs rooted. Why would the shadow help me? What if he was leading me to a trap of his? ‘Do you want to get the Alpha King’s name written on your fucking ass and stomach?’ ‘No!’ ‘Then you better follow that fucking shadow because I’m pretty sure the Alpha King will do worse to you.’

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.”

“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.”

At King Helion’s signal, one of the Blasted Ones nearest me untied me from the back and led me down safely into the ground. “And what kind of deal are you talking about, Shadow heir? I guess you did find my long-time pet, Casior to be able to know what we were going to do,” the king said dryly. “I know you are holding my sister hostage! Bring her to us, and we will give you the stone back.” “Hmm, I am up for anything as long as I get the red ruby in the end,” the king said in a sly manner. He looked at one of his men. “Bring the girl here.”

Fragments of light flickered in the distance—memories, pieces of Aria still holding on, still fighting. But they were fading. Consumed by the shadows that stretched endlessly around him. “You shouldn’t be here.” The voice came from everywhere. And nowhere. Kael turned slowly. The darkness shifted. Forming. Coiling. Until it took shape. A figure emerged—tall, imposing, its form constantly shifting between shadow and something almost solid. Eyes like voids. Endless. Watching. The Shadow King. Kael’s jaw tightened. “I’m not leaving without her.” The figure tilted its head slightly, as though studying him.

The blade pulsed with dark energy, veins of shadow running through the steel. This was no mere illusion. This was what Elior could become. The First King spoke, his voice quiet but absolute. “Every king before you has thought they could change their fate.” The shadow-Elior stepped forward. “Every king before you has failed.” Elior’s heart pounded. The First King tilted his head. “Prove me wrong.” The shadow attacked. And the battle for Elior’s soul began.

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

"Don't try to fight them all at once." Riley raises his hands, and a beam of pure sunlight shoots from his palms. Every shadow creature it touches disintegrates with a shriek. "It's working!" Emma shouts. She's in her wolf form despite still recovering from her recent kidnapping, fighting alongside Marcus. But for every shadow creature Riley destroys, five more pour through the crack in the sky. We're being overwhelmed. Then HE appears. The Shadow King steps through the crack, and reality itself seems to bend around him. He's massive—easily twice the size of any Alpha. His form is wolf-like but wrong—too many teeth, eyes that burn with red fire, claws made of pure darkness.

"And we have to find a way back to the surface. The pack needs to know that the King has fallen." "The King hasn't fallen, Rhea," Ash said, his gaze returning to the golden band. "He’s just... relocated." As Ash and Rhea turned to find their fallen brothers, the golden band between them suddenly let out a deafening, metallic snap. The violet smoke inside didn't leak out, but the face of the Shadow King pressed so hard against the metal that the links began to take the shape of his features. "You haven't bound me, little Mooncrest," a voice echoed simultaneously in both of their minds, sounding like a thousand dying stars. "You’ve just given me a front-row seat to your destruction. Shall we s