The Shadow Monarch Novels & Stories

"You? You get a gold bar for burying a coffin. If your brother could do the job, wouldn't it be better? "You've laid to rest so many young souls, maybe it's your turn now." Mom's face twisted into something monstrous, her arms and legs jerking towards me like a puppet on strings. I sobbed and stumbled backward, "Mom, it's me, Silvia, what are you doing?" "The Haunts world is here. No one's going to make it out alive. I know how your blood calms the wind. Maybe if we drain it dry, they might spare us."

“Divided, just as expected. Caleb tried to reason with him, begging him to hold back. Mykos and Lady Eliana sided with him. But Edrick and Erion are already mine, and together, we drowned their voices. I made sure to remind Rowland of Drago’s death and how weak he’s looked ever since. That was enough to do it. His pride couldn’t take any more.” The Shadow tilted his head slightly. “And he declared war?” I nodded once. “Moonlit is now officially at war with Pine Shadows.” The Shadow said nothing for a while, then his ghostly form slowly rose from the chair. Even that simple motion seemed unnatural…silent, and fluid, almost like he was just made of only the smoke and had no other physical form

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

They seek the Moon Crown, not to protect the realm, but to control every Alpha who lives beneath the Moon Goddess. Her heartbeat quickened. Miguel silently moved closer. She continued. > There is one man history will call the Shadow King. They will paint him as a monster. But history is written by those who survive. Lynnek stopped reading. The room fell into stunned silence. Miguel looked toward the Shadow King. "So... you fought against them." "I tried." The Shadow King's expression darkened. "When I refused to kneel, they declared me a traitor." Kael frowned.

"But that is only the beginning. The shadows are not just a weapon. They are a tool. They are a shield. They are a throne. We will build an empire, my queen, and it will be made of shadow and power." I looked at my hand again, the small, fragile shadow in my palm, and I felt a sense of both triumph and terror. I had done it. I had summoned a shadow again. I had commanded a power that was ancient and terrifying, a power that I had been running from my entire life. But I was not a monster. I was a god.

The wind was a blade against her skin. It sliced through the thin silk of her borrowed dress, a cruel reminder of how utterly exposed she was. Below, Los Angeles sprawled like a galaxy of fallen stars, a city of dreams that had chewed her up and was now preparing to spit her out onto the unforgiving pavement fifty stories below. "Please, Scarlett," Ava Monroe whispered, her voice a fragile thread against the howling symphony of the rooftop. Her fingers, numb with cold and terror, scrabbled for purchase on the smooth, unforgiving marble of the ledge.

“Thanion, Lord of the Underworld, Master of Shadows, Keeper of—” “Get to the point, Zeus.” Thanion’s voice cut through the air like a blade, his patience visibly wearing thin. Zeus chuckled again, unperturbed, and gestured around the room. “You know, for someone who claims to hate their title, you’ve certainly embraced the aesthetic. The torches, the black marble, the... ambiance.” He waved a hand toward the spectral woman, who rolled her eyes and vanished into a puff of smoke, leaving the faint scent of lilies in her wake.

"What?" "The Shadowmere Dominion," Aldric repeated. "A kingdom of shadow weavers. The most powerful shadow weavers in existence. They could bend darkness to their will. They could shape it into weapons, into shields, into creatures that would do their bidding. They could move through shadows like they were doors, appearing anywhere, disappearing anywhere. They could create illusions so real that they could kill a man with fear alone. They were assassins and spies and warriors all in one. And they were the most feared race in all the supernatural realms." Darius shook his head. His face was pale, his eyes wide. "I have never heard of them. What kingdom is that? Why have I never heard of it be

It was just as he thought! The Dark Lord’s crimson gaze lingered on the three humans, lips curling with satisfaction. “And for dessert?” he asked lazily. The Shadow Master grinned, shadows surging at his command. They slithered toward Ron, binding his wrists and ankles, forcing him toward the Dark Lord despite his frantic struggle. Alaric lunged to help, only to be thrown back, black tendrils pinning him mercilessly to the ground. “A pregnant human, also, of royal blood.” The Shadow Master announced with a cruel smile as his shadows brought Prince Ron right before the Dark Lord.

My family has been long members of the council, and as if it was some kind of inheritance, the responsibilities were passed on to us. The Council of the Moon Shadows were meant to protect, not hurt anyone. “How much do you know about the council, Ethan?” Alaric asked as his eyes, like Izobel’s color, which is golden yellow flickered from Zena to me. I shook my head and smirked. “Come to think of it, Nolan and I never really take all those stories seriously. We don’t know much.” I groaned and turned my gaze to Alaric. “I know you don’t trust me that’s why you wanted to erase my memories. But I also want to know what I’m dealing with. I feel blind walking in the dark.”