The Shadow King Novels & Stories

I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death. There is no stopping me when I start. Every single last target had to die was my motto. If you didn’t plan to die any time soon then don’t approach me. But I had to restrain myself from killing the last one because I knew Dominic probably wanted to question him so I only knocked him out. I was back to normal and I turned my attention back to the people who were standing a few feet away from all of this that had just happened.

[Quest Update: Train 100 ex-slaves to D-Rank - Progress: 0/100 - Time: 2 Days 19 Hours Left] [New Skill Unlocked: Monarch's Domain (Incomplete) - Share 10% of your shadow power to Legion within 100 meters] Jin stood. Eyes fully black flame now. "WAKE UP!" he shouted. Not loud, but shadow carried voice to 100 sleeping souls. 100 ex-slaves woke, scared. "From now, you don't train to be soldiers. You train to be Kingdom!" He slammed hand to ground. Shadow spread. Like ink. 100 meters. Covered yard.

"In his role as Leonard Hastings in 'The King's Shadow'. Mr Clemente gave the viewers a fresh perspective from what would usually be a side characters role, he drew us all in with his acting, and delivered a masterpiece with this thrilling movie- " The King's Shadow was a movie revolving around a man called Leonard Hastings, me. It's the story about how an orphan child with nothing grew up surrounded by violence, realising that he had to be strong in order to survive, and eventually, he managed to catch the King's eye where he becomes an assassin by night, and bodyguard by day, doing the dirty work for the Kingdom until he eventually loses his mind and carries out a coup d'état, becoming a t

Ava's words stayed on my mind, and I knew my bed would soon be empty. "Olivja, please," Jack said as he followed me into the bedroom. "What do you want, Jack?" I asked him, and he looked down with no response. "The feeling was overwhelming," he said, and I laughed. "You'd better head to Shadow and complete what you began, Jack. Don't expect my consent, as it will never come. I'll never say it's alright just to ease your conscience. The truth is, it's not alright! It's painful! It feels like a betrayal, and I can't recover from it. So, don't waste time hoping I'll have a change of heart because I won't. I'm the one who loses in this. Not you, not her, not the damn pack members, just me. Me an

No wonder he is a king. "You can turn their own shadow against them" "I can do pretty much anything I want" "And no one knows it?" "I keep it close to the heart but my council senses some of my power. They have to if I need to be a king. Everyone only knows that I kill people with a blink. They don't know how" "And only I know how it is done?" "Yes" "That's heavy Bones. Then how come you got captured in the first place? Wait, your memories!!!! Do you remember everything now?"

" She didn't want to tell him that the Tyrone she was talking about was his worker, the one who's earnestly praying for him to retire and hand over to him. "Have you had sex with him yet?" He asked again, more like in a whisper. Jacklyn gasped as her face went red from shame, "Feel free, I'm your father after all." He said when he noticed how shy she'd become. "No, I haven't yet but we're looking forward to that." She said remembering she and Jake are going out tomorrow being Saturday to watch the Trojan Horse First Spring Game. "That's a good start, You only know how good a guy is after sex." He quoted,

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.

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.

She was calling to him, her lips moving soundlessly beneath the dark waves. “Show me where she is,” he growled to the sea, his voice shaking with command. “Now!” The waters responded. They rose, swirling into a towering wave before collapsing into a pool of light at his feet. When it cleared, an image shimmered there — a hall of obsidian and fire, and within it, Aria, chained once again… this time before a throne carved from shadow itself. And on that throne sat him. The Shadow King. His form was barely human — tall, elegant, shrouded in darkness that moved like living smoke. His eyes burned a molten gold, too much like Killian’s but colder, older. When he spo

Purposeful. “You destroyed the Throne,” a voice drawled, rich and dark. “You shattered what was mine.” Serena whirled around. A figure emerged from the bone trees. Tall, cloaked in shadow, his face hidden behind a mask of pale bone. Atop his head rested a crown fashioned from fangs, each one dripping with shadow. His eyes—when she finally saw them—were endless voids. “I am the Shadow King,” he said. His voice slithered into her mind like oil. “And you… will sit upon my throne.”