The Shadow Monarch Novels & Stories

Thousands of wolves moved like a river through the forest. At their head rode the Shadow King himself. His crimson eyes glowed beneath his hood. A scout galloped toward him. "My King." "What is it?" "The Queen has begun preparing for war." He laughed. "A queen?" He looked toward the distant mountains. "She still doesn't know the truth." The scout frowned. "What truth, my King?" The Shadow King smiled darkly. "The Moonfang throne..." He tightened his grip on the reins. "...was never meant for her." End of Chapter Twenty-One

Claim what is already ours. Serena clutched at her temples, staggering back. “No. I won’t.” But even as she spoke, her feet dragged her forward, heels scraping across the fractured stone. The throne wasn’t just calling—it was pulling. Invisible chains coiled around her wrists and ankles, dragging her toward its dark promise. From the shadows before it, the Shadow King watched. His form shifted constantly—sometimes cloaked in smoke, sometimes solid, like a warrior crowned in fire. His voice was both silk and iron when it slid through the Rift.

But I have informed Asher of the spy, and he also believes there is a spy, but we don’t know who. I just wonder how someone will work for those vicious monsters. They will do the kingdom no good and just put everyone’s life at stake. Monsters can’t rule because they have no humanity. Only demons can rule because they have two sides. I wonder if the shadow monster’s agenda is to get rid of me and leave, or get rid of the royal family and take over the kingdom.

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.”

The full moon hung like a bleeding wound in the sky, bathing the Shadowthorn ritual grounds in crimson light. Aria’s heart hammered against her ribs as Alpha Kael Voss circled her on the raised stone platform, his golden eyes locked on hers with raw, predatory hunger. The entire pack watched,hundreds of wolves in human form, their breaths visible in the chill night air. Tonight was the Mating Ritual. Tonight, the Moon Goddess would decide. Kael stopped behind her. His massive frame radiated heat. One large hand slid around her throat, tilting her head back against his bare chest. The other gripped her hip, fingers digging into the thin white ceremonial gown that barely covered her.

This wasn't merely a monster. This had once been a ruler. A king. A fallen king. The realization swept through the chamber. The Shadow King wasn't some beast imprisoned beneath the mountain. He had once been one of them. One of the First Kingdom's rulers. One of history's greatest betrayals. The creature's voice suddenly echoed through the cavern. Deeper than before. Stronger, and more dangerous. "I offered them eternity." The words vibrated through stone. "I offered them unity." The darkness surrounding the prison expanded.

As the photographers snapped away, Mr P and other men accompanying her graciously cleared path. With grace and elegance, she ascended the staircase, captivating everyone's attention. As Rex watched in awe, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride, extending his hand to her like a true gentleman. The radiance on his face was undeniable as they made their way to the hall where the grand unveiling of the new project was set to take place.