The Shadow King Book Novels & Stories

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.

The Dragon King Lucas Voskopoulos Eighteen fucking months of deep excavation in South America and Egypt. Those were the possible places that the ancient book has referred to. Their hands remained empty. Not even a sliver of dust from the said tomb. It was a fucking needle in huge bundles of haystacks. To add more salt to injury, during his absence, there were raids and thievery on the kingdom's treasury. The renegades and rogues became bolder. Some managed to get away with bars of gold and silver. Though it did not dent his riches, it still irked. A nuisance and it grated on his nerves.

"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.

Ambrose is in his study. I'm surprised he's up at such a late hour, but the fire still burns in his room as he reads a book beside the hearth. Sebastian steps inside first, clearing his throat to catch his brother's attention. The king looks up, his expression blank until he sees me. My face must reveal something to him because he frowns. "What is it?" he asks. He closes the book he's reading and stands. "We need to talk," Sebastian says.

“Then we make him regret it.” The Shadow King had returned, stepping from the edge of the forest into the clearing beyond the walls. His crown of fractured starlight gleamed, reflecting the faint glow of the moon and the silver pulsing from Selene. But he was not alone. Behind him, the ground warped and quivered, the first ripple of Eryx’s power stirring from below. The god’s influence already slithered through the earth, creeping into the keep, into the bonds between every pack member, whispering, corrupting, promising.

Like a wrong note in a song, it hung in the air, hunted by unseen nostrils. Head bowed low, Selene carried water jugs across the lower hall, trying to blend into the background. The clatter of armor echoed from somewhere above, each clang a punch to her gut. Every time she heard the heavy thud of boots, her stomach clenched. The King had loosed his wolves. Not the four-legged kind with fur and fangs, but men - men trained to be shadows themselves. Silent, deadly, and always watching. She'd seen them once before, years ago, when the curse first twisted her brothers. She remembered the same cold way, the same unnerving silence before things turned bloody; the same feeling.

“We will fix the broken one and seal you away forever.” The Shadow King laughed, a sound like thunder in the small room. “You think you can stop me? I have the broken key’s power. I have the chains. I have this world. You are nothing.” He raised his shadow sword and lunged. Cole raised the Golden Key, and its light flared, pushing the Shadow King back. But the broken key’s dark energy wrapped around the Golden Key, weakening it. The Shadow King smiled and lunged again. They fought across the room, their powers clashing—shadow against the fourfold balance. The Shadow King was powerful, his strength fueled by the broken key and the suffering of the world. Cole and Lila struggled to hold him ba

One eye glowed gold, the other black, swirling faintly like smoke behind glass. When he spoke, the forest seemed to answer. “You built this world on my bones.” It was not entirely his voice. The words carried an echo, deeper, ancient. The Shadow King. I stepped forward, cane in hand. “You don’t belong here.” He tilted his head slightly, smiling. “Neither do you.” Behind him, the Shadowborn dropped to one knee. The air hummed, the trees withered where his shadow reached. The smell of ozone stung the air.

The problem is, the name fits so well because somehow, someway, the devil or one of his demons fathered that child even if her mother denies it. With a loud groan of frustration, I jump from the table and race out the door, muttering the tortures I will lay on Ruth's head if anything happens to Che. I charge to the courtyard, King stomping heavily behind me. He's quiet and deadly in the forest but give him some good tile to demolish, and he's all over it. We're both just about finished with Ruth and her endless shenanigans. The entire colony of Shadow Warriors is aware she'll be the death of us. We also know it won't be a pretty way to go.