The Shadow King The Shadows Between Us Novels & Stories

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

“The girl who was afraid of the dark died in the West. This version of me… she is just trying to make sure there is a tomorrow.” ​I watched her, and a cold fear settled in my chest. She was drifting further away from me with every passing hour. The violet light in her eyes was becoming more constant, a sign of the celestial power that was slowly overwriting her humanity. I was the Shadow King, meant to be her anchor, but how do you anchor something that is turning into the sun? ​I followed her out of the war room and into the quiet hallway. The air was freezing, the stone walls weeping with frost. I grabbed her arm, gently turning her to face me.

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

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.

A company was burning down and all people could do was stare at it, take pictures, and watch it burn into ashes. "But that looked like Kessler's company located on the east side," I muttered. "Yes, it is," the Lycan king said from the door. "Jeez!" I exclaimed.

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

I held her hand. Remember what you told me. I can choose. Exactly. She looked at the shadow. The shadow smiled. Come with me. My daughter shook her head. No. The shadow frowned. Why? Because you are me. The shadow went still. My daughter continued. But I'm not you. The First King screamed through the shadow. You are mine! My daughter raised her hand. I choose who I become. The shadow began shrinking. The First King appeared inside it. No! He tried to escape.

the girl shouted, wobbling as she climbed down. Felicity closed her eyes for three seconds. That was it. She was done. “It’s fine,” she said tightly. “Can we leave? Please?” “YES,” Gwen said immediately. “Please carry us away.” They found Preston half-asleep on the couch, mumbling nonsense. “Sweep him,” Kolade said, laughing. It took Shedrach and two other guys to lift Preston out the door. Kolade himself was tipsy, twisting his car keys in his hand.

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

And from the darkness, the Shadow King emerged. His form was massive—a mountain of shadow and ancient hunger that blotted out the light. His eyes burned like dying stars, and his voice echoed through the courtyard like grinding stone. The shadows around him writhed and coiled, responding to his will like loyal hounds. The Blood Moon blazed above him, its crimson light pulsing with power. "Seraphina." I stepped forward. "Shadow King." "You think you can stop me?" "I know I can." "Bold words."