The Shadow King Book Novels & Stories

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

Craig spat. "And, then what? You are connected to your mother. If you knew about Marvelon, she would have too. She would never stop until she got her hands on him. What would happen then? A King of Kings with a deadly shadow. A weapon she could use to control everyone. Wasn't that why we ran away?" Craig slid on the glass down to the floor. "What do you want me to do?" "His shadow is asleep. I want you to wake it up. You and I both know what can happen if it wakes at the wrong time. He'll kill everyone. It needs to wake up before he gets his power from his trident."

Beyond the entrance, shadows pooled within the ruins, promising secrets long buried, mysteries untouched. And beyond the broken archway: shadow. Hungry. Watching. A place where the past wasn’t dead—only waiting.

Zara tossed restlessly in the large bed, the sheets twisted around her legs like restraints. Sleep had claimed her quickly after the chaotic day, but her mind refused to grant her peace. Once again, the Shadow King haunted her dreams.In the dream, the world was darker, colder. Moonlight barely pierced the thick canopy of ancient trees, casting long, jagged shadows across the forest floor. Zara’s back hit the rough bark of a massive oak with a dull thud. Her heart slammed against her ribs as Kael- no, the Shadow King- advanced on her with slow, predatory steps.

“From this pack. From the monster who humiliated their mother for political power.” The twins pressed closer to her legs. Luka’s shadows reached out instinctively, wrapping around Aria’s calves like a shield. Kael looked at them again, raw hunger and something almost like pain in his expression. “They carry my blood. Shadowthorn blood. They belong here.” “They belong with me,” Aria said. Her voice didn’t waver even as the bond screamed at her to step closer. “I raised them. I trained them. I kept them alive while you played house with her.” She jerked her chin toward Seraphina.

Miguel leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers. "So whatever happens next..." He smiled softly. "...we face it together." Outside the chamber, the moon disappeared behind dark clouds. And beyond the Blackstone walls, the Shadow King watched from the forest. A satisfied smile spread across his face. "Everything is unfolding exactly as I planned." End of Chapter Eighteen

He had been wrong about what prepared meant in this context. Dravon came through the human capital's main gate in the middle of a clear morning, with six members of his court, without disguise or deflection. The Vampire King, present in the city that had been hunting his people for forty years, in daylight, walking through the main gate as though he had every right to be there — because he did, now, by order of the king's office and the proceedings and the weight of everything they had built.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.