The Shadow King Novels & Stories

he ordered and the shadow creature stood up straight and just then the shadow king bit him on the neck and as his blood touched the shadow king's tongue he was able to see whatever the shadow creature had seen including Marcel. “Enough my lord. You are killing me," the shadow creature brought to the king notice as he kept on drinking his blood causing him to become weak. Rather than stopping, he intensified the way he sucked him, sinking his fangs deeper into his neck then... “Ahh!" The shadow king sighed in a satisfied manner as he decapitated him. The other deserters looked terrified and rightfu

It reminded the Forgotten who they were and set them free. Confusion rippled through the army. Awakening spread. But from the army’s heart a new power rose, a shadow so deep it swallowed the light. The awakened Forgotten didn’t turn to mist, they shattered. The Shadow King came. He did not walk but formed a figure of solid night, faceless eyes on Liora, standing between the bleeding stone and her two protectors. His voice was the sound of breaking worlds. You use my weapon against me? he echoed in their minds, thinking memory is comfort? It’s tormenting, I will show you.

“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.

“We break them here, or we don’t leave this hall.” The fighting surged again, a wave of steel and fury. And in the center of it all, Eolan’s shadow rose higher than it ever had before—black and jagged against the torchlight, more beast than man. The Creed had come for him, but tonight, they would learn the price of hunting the Shadow Heir.

“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.”

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.

"I am the Shadow King, ruler of the dark realm. You have meddled in forces beyond your comprehension." Elias stepped forward, his orb glowing fiercely. "What do you want?" The Shadow King's smile widened. "Your kingdom is built on lies and stolen power. I am here to reclaim what is rightfully mine." Isabella's ex tightened his grip on his sword. "We won't let you destroy our home." The Shadow King raised a hand, and the ground beneath them began to tremble. "You have no choice. The darkness will consume all." Before they could react, the ground split open, and they were swallowed by a chasm of dar

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.”

him, using the collective desire of the audience to override the boy’s authority. "The King is a 'Charity Case' in this volume, little brother," the Shadow-Heir sneered, looking down at Kaelen. "The audience doesn't want you to be a god. They want you to be a 'Target'. They want to see what happens when the miracle is sold to the highest bidder."

The blade passed through the shadow like smoke, doing no damage. Across the courtyard, Lucas was locked in a horrific dance with a version of himself that was whole. His shadow possessed two arms, eyes of blinding silver, and an aura of absolute, unshakeable authority. This was the "Perfect King" the Silver Pack had always demanded. "You are a failure, Lucas," the Shadow-King mocked, his silver sword singing through the air. "You allowed a servant to sit on the throne. You allowed the humans to bring their grease and their gears into the sacred mountains. You are the reason the Oak is dead. You are the reason the North is cold."