The Shadow King The Shadows Between Us Novels & Stories

Kolade’s house was already in full chaos—bass shaking the walls, neon lights slicing through the dark, smoke drifting like fog. Everywhere she looked, someone was filming, posing, shouting, trying to capture the night for their followers. Felicity stepped out of the car and drew a steady breath. She could handle this. Her friends flanked her immediately. “Head up,” Gwen whispered. “Don’t shrink,” Ibukun added. Felicity nodded once—small, but steady.

I'd been the Shadow King for so long, I'd forgotten how to be anything else. I raised my hand. Shadow magic gathered around my fingers. Enough power to tear down mountains. To break apart realms. To kill a wolf who'd done nothing wrong except love the woman I wanted. Behind me, my shadow army assembled. Hundreds of creatures ready to die for their king. Ready to follow me into the kind of battle nobody wins. The throne room doors stood ahead. Behind them, she was probably in his arms right now. Probably looking at him like he was her whole world.

When she had a fever, Roy sped home all night just to get her to the doctor. There were moments of genuine connections, intimacy, and the start of the mornings with hugs and kisses, so much so that Willow once lost herself in his embrace. However, the incident six months ago was a wake-up call. She would always be a substitute, standing in Melanie’s shadows in receipt of favors and protection. Yearning for what was not hers would come with a price. Accepting reality, Willow carried out the remainder of the contract and walked away without a fuss. The lights were out, and the doors were closed at the dorms. Two figures stood there, confronting each other on the dark, quiet campus.

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 shadow replied " My name is Colton and I have been assigned as your second in command. I have been looking after you since you were a baby but I was ordered by the late king and Queen. I mean your birth parents. They ordered me not to show myself to you or anyone until you turn eighteen or are close to turn eighteen. All the shadows that you saw today are from your hidden Kingdom that your parent hid to keep us protected from the enemy. They used every last of their powers to protect us the died after that but made me promise to always look after yourself from hiding. You turned eighteen today which is why all the shadows decided to appear but you got scared and fainted. They didn't mean

AS CLOHE made an effort to step around the Alpha King, he twisted his neck and glanced at her over his shoulder with a shake of his head. Clohe gulped thickly as she suppressed the shriek that was begging to break free from her mouth. She had no real idea what was going on and she personally feared the Alpha King over Shadow. So she dipped her chin and stepped back to where she had previously stood; behind the Alpha King. THE ALPHA KING buried his head and rolled to one side as Shadow howled and sprung through the air, his lips drew back to reveal his sharp, pointed teeth. While he watched as Shadow landed a few feet away from him, he utilized his whip sword to push himself up to his feet ag

------ There's war, Blood spills from the sides of faceless bodies garbed in uniforms of the Royal army and a different unrecognisable dress. From the middle emerges the Alpha King, his crown tainted with blood, He is focused on a figure in the shadows as he walks, his gaze more murderous with each step... Then he parts his lips, and gives a royal decree, "Henceforth, the Shadow-Walker pack shall be disbanded and..." The figure emerges from the shadows, slitting the King's throat before he can complete his words. Cole Roman, my Alpha. By the side is Nathan, my former mate whose eyes glint as he regards the scene.

“Drink the contents.” “What is it?” “Just drink, princess Sera. The ritual has already begun.” My eyes landed on each of them before finally taking the gourd in my shaky hands. The liquid burned as it travelled down my throat and the taste of blended fruits and herbs filled my mouth. As I swallowed the fruity taste changed into something bitter and pungent that almost made me retch. “The rules are simple. Survive a night in the shadow cave and only then will you be fit to marry the Shadow king.”

And there, at the base of the Father of Roots, sat the Shadow King. He wasn't on a throne of gold or stone. He sat on a throne of woven shadows, his massive glass blade resting across his knees. He looked more like a statue than a man. The obsidian smoke that made up his skin was swirling slowly, like a storm trapped in a bottle. The outcasts stopped at the edge of the clearing, refusing to go further. Even Leo stayed back, his hand trembling as he gripped his dagger. I walked forward alone. The air in the clearing was freezing, yet it hummed with a violent energy. As I stepped onto the black grass, Kaelen lifted his head. The white light in his eyes flared, cutting through the violet gloom.

And instead of doing their jobs, they're staring at my ass. I ignore them and make it to Baker's office. I push the door open, hoping he has good reason for pulling me out of bed at three in the morning for a case that has nothing to do with my work. Regret washes over me as soon as I open the door. Four men from Baker's special homicide unit take up the space of the small room, the sight making me want to run for the hills. James Anderson stands at the small bookshelf by the right wall, looking at me like I'm a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of his ugly sneakers. Loenard Deluca stands next to him, his eyes roaming up and down my body. Ian Sorenson stands on the other side of the room, sta