Novel & Cerita What Chapter Does Rowan Come Back In Queen Of Shadows

She danced and waltzed in a bizarre, untamed way. She chanted and danced, drawing his skin with symbols using the maiden’s blood. Vines of shadows erupted from her chest even with the flames shining in her hands, swirling around her and around Rowan— Then it slammed to the heart. Rowan stared at the heart, now black yet still beating. Glowing with faint ebony light. He inhaled through his nose, telling himself that this will all end before he knew it. But it didn’t. All Rowan feels is that something is watching them, someone is watching them as the ravens, crows, wolves, and snakes surround them as if waiting for something.

Mabel reached for her shears and whatever tenderness had filled the room vanished behind the efficient click of metal. Now, Rowan needed to tell us what happened outside. And judging by the way his expression darkened, I already knew that I wasn't going to like the answer. END OF CHAPTER 42

I whispered looking at Rowan I didn't wait for Ra'avata to respond, I quickly started walking towards Rowan. I could feel Ra'avatas piercing gaze on me as I walked towards Rowan, I wonder what she is thinking in that mind if hers, Rowan turned the Corner and she was about to turn another corner I was going to follow her when I saw a shadow moving at the other end of the hall. I stopped walking thinking I was hallucinating, but no there was really a shadow moving, I took a step forward trying to get a closer look but before I could take another step the shadow started moving fast, without thinking twice I quickly rushed to the end of the hall and started following after it.

If the Shadow focuses on one target we will lose. The warriors moved quickly. Some attacked from the left. Some attacked from behind. Some climbed the pillars to attack from above. For the time we were not just reacting. We were fighting. It did not last long. The Shadow swung its arm and a wall of darkness came at us. The warriors were thrown everywhere. Some hit the pillars. Some got buried under the stone. Rowan landed hard beside me. He was coughing blood. He said the Shadow was learning. I looked up. I knew he was right.

Amelia said. "I'm not saying....." Amelia didn't wait for me to finish before she interrupted me. "I can just book an Uber and walk outside myself if you insist," Amelia said. "You will get lost. Oh, you think I go outside and come back inside with an ordinary eye, right? This forest rotates around itself. You can take the path at the back of the house towards the tarred road and come back through the front path," I said, trying to scare her off and she fell for it immediately with the way she held my clothes.

I staggered, clutching my head. Logan’s voice was faint. “Don’t listen to him.” I blinked, trying to breathe. “Rowan, stop. Please.” He hesitated, just long enough for Logan to move. In one motion, Logan drove his hand into the dirt. The mark on his wrist flared, and the ground answered. Light burst from the cracks, blinding. Rowan screamed, the crown dissolving in his hands. The shadow shattered like smoke in sunlight. When it cleared, Rowan was gone.

“Then we fight our way to him.” Another quake rattled the ground. Dorian grabbed my hand. And together—we ran. The chamber opened before us like a beast’s maw Flames flickered along stone pillars, casting long shadows that danced across the floor. Heat pulsed through the air. The temperature rose sharply with each step until sweat ran down my spine. Then I stiffened. He was here. Rowan emerged from behind a broken pillar, the firelight carving his face into something sharp and wolfish. Shadows clung to him like loyal soldiers. His dark eyes flicked between Dorian and me, and a low laugh echoed across the chamber.

“Seen meeting with a cloaked figure near the southern gates this afternoon. Thorne confirmed it was Silas.” The pieces were aligning. Elara dressed in a simple yet regal night robe and moved to her window. The moon was higher now, its light stronger, feeding her power. She practiced weaving shadow tendrils again, wrapping them around a chair and crushing it effortlessly. But as the tendrils dissipated, a new vision flickered in her mind, stronger than before. King Darius, standing on a grand summit balcony, his silver eyes locking onto hers across a crowded hall. The true mate bond snapped like lightning in the vision, heat flooding her core instantly.

Forced me to kneel. Nothing like being recognized as the Shadow King there. I was rather limp and obedient. Then the chant grew louder. The room was becoming darker too. A voice, not mine, spoke from my throat. "By the blood that flows from the womb of betrayal, By the ashes of the women we buried unseen, I vow to the Order of the Crimson Shadow, To keep my heart from the touch of a woman. To drink no affection, nor taste the wine of desire. To build no home, plant no seed,

I must keep going, even though I am exhausted and sweating, because this is the only way I can win. Then I hear it—a noise behind me, a rustle. I tighten my grip on the hilt. “Who’s there?” I whisper, turning slowly. The forest answers with silence. But then—I saw a shadow between the trees. Someone is watching me. For the first time since my seventh rebirth, I realize I may not be the only one with memories.