The Shadow King Book Novels & Stories

After four years of grinding, I made it to college, nailed my undergrad, and aimed for grad school. When Kingsford University's grad acceptance hit my hands, I lost it, tears and all. However, even there, some still pegged me as the chick who tried to swipe her sister's spot and got tagged with some nasty rep. Everyone in my class ghosted me. Even the lunch lady gave my tray the side-eye, dousing it with alcohol like I was toxic. Luckily, my advisor saw my potential and assured me she was not swayed by idle gossip; only hard results mattered to her.

"Sure, you can give it a try if you think you can do it. We'll handle the Shadow King's clones while you're at it. As long as we find all of the Shadow King's clones and kill them before it gets dark, the Shadow King will not come to this world." "Hang on." Wilbur furrowed his brows. "I killed Kearson yesterday, and all of the Shadow King's energy was wiped out by my dragon aura. How could there still be any clones of the Shadow King?" Perry explained, "Shadow energy is something special to the Shadow Men's realm, and the Shadow King's energy is not the same as that of a regular Shadow Man. In fact, regular Shadow energy will actually gather together and suck out all that is dark and evil in

But inside, the price was clear. The Shadow King was born not from unity, but from desperation, rage, and madness. Their personalities were no longer separate—they were blurred, entangled, fused into a single, terrifying entity. And with every heartbeat, with every strike, with every scream, the Shadow King grew darker, more unpredictable, more dangerous.

“Then we dictate how and when.” As dusk bled into night, Eamon summoned them to the library once more. Candlelight flickered over open volumes. He pointed to a faded page. “I found a prophecy sealed beneath these bindings.” He read aloud, voice trembling with gravity. “From the stolen daughter of flame and truth shall rise the only light that can banish the shadow king.” Silence met the words. Alara’s pulse roared in her ears. “Shadow king… Orith?” “One can assume,” Eamon replied. “Legends speak of a dark mage who sought to enthrall nations centuries past. Some texts call him a king of shadows.”

I’m back again. The scent of old wood fills the air. The darkness closes in around me. I can feel the rough splinters digging into my palms. I don’t even need to open my eyes to see where I am. I’m inside the cupboard, the same one where everything always begins, on the third floor of the palace tower: the chamber of heirs, which later became the chamber of death. I force my eyes open and press against the tiny crack in the wood. There they are, my brothers, my blood, lined up, trembling, with fear and confusion etched across their young faces, and in the midst of them is Niall.

Who would want the Mithran princess defiled by the touch of the Thanaten king? Not only that, but I was beginning to crave his touch, his presence. Even when he was being a bastard and I wanted to hit him there was something magnetic about the king. Caliban moved with the shadows, as though he was weightless and fearless of his surroundings. He had this way of deftly avoiding the sunlight as much as possible. Instead he would traverse the parts of the woods were light struggled to penetrate the thick canopy overhead. The Shadow King was at home here where darkness embraced him and welcomed him like a lover would.

He said. “Cercul Umbrelor.” I whispered to my shadows, ignoring him and they began to multiply, surrounding him. “Loviturã.” My shadows immediately attacked him at once. With one swipe of his mutated metal hand, he swung them away but they kept on coming back. The more he swung, the more they kept increasing. I knew I couldn't kill him, but I could cage him. These shadows were just a distraction to keep him from the bigger plan. “Who would have thought that the shadow king was a coward, a wuss who hides behind his shadows.” Darien taunted as he tried to get rid of the shadows that clung to him.

“The one who has the most to gain from your destruction.” Elara’s mind whirled through possibilities, but the figure spoke before she could voice them. “The Shadow King.” The words landed like a blade to the chest. Elara’s heart thundered. The Shadow King was a myth, a whispered legend spoken only in the dark corners of the kingdom. A ruler of nightmares, an unseen force said to exist beyond the veil of mortality. No one had seen him and lived. “This is a trick,” Vesper said coldly, though even he looked unnerved. “The Shadow King doesn’t exist.”

🌬️ Oh but You will be🌬️ Her reply made Ayanna's eye darkened the more... "Who are you to tell me what I want... I am Ayanna Mahatma.. the only witch that see the really Truth,, The future... and the zeal to it..." 🌬️Like I said... I am your Past and Your Future... I am The SHADOW... The shadow Behind all this🌬️ "What!" 🌬️ My Name ... is SHADOW!🌬️ 🌬️You're only the present Ayanna and will never be the Future... I am your future Ayanna... And guess what... I died and I am here... trying to guide you through🌬️