Queen's Shadow Novels & Stories

I plead, and she looks into my eyes, searching for any hesitation, but when she doesn’t, she drops my hands and moves away. “Fine, I’ll tell you.” My excitement is swiftly wiped away by her next words. “The shadow god is an abomination. He was never supposed to be born. He’s the product of an unholy ritual, an anomaly.”

The door to Marcus Wayne’s private room creaked open, and I stepped inside hesitantly. My heels clicked against the hardwood floor, a sound that felt deafening in the suffocating silence. The dim light cast long shadows across the elegant yet eerie room, with its heavy drapes and dark leather furniture. Every instinct screamed at me to turn around, to walk out of this mess, but I couldn’t. My boss’s warning echoed in my mind. "A favor for a favor is how things are run," he’d said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Its eyes were as red as blood and its presence gives a chilling and horrifying feel. “The two witch kids...have you heard about the prophecy?” The twins looked at each other being puzzled. “Oh, I see, I would be glad that I will be the one to tell your fate...” The evil of shadows made them confused. “...if one of you succeeds to become the ruler of the separate worlds, it will be the end of everything.” As Falla moved her pace to her brother trying to hide at her twin's back, Talon eventually vanished and was nowhere to be found. The evil of shadows moved closer in her direction. She feels heaviness and high tension as the evil comes closer and closer to her.

Karina was covered in sweats, her teeth gritting as she poured all her force into slowing down the momentum of Hail’s final attack. Without another word, the other Nobles summoned their shadow. The blackness of its feature stretched until they connected. It was only then that it stretched into a dome that covered all of them. At the same time, Sloane called upon her shadow who stretched in the basis of her shadow. Before the dome closed upon her, she’d seen Sloane winked at her and she felt a warm sensation stabbing her stomach.

He was making sure the Queen had her shot. Vincent and Alessia were a different kind of terror. The King of Shadows didn't even use his blades. He simply allowed his aura to expand, turning the sunny plaza into a pocket of eternal night. The Council’s guards found themselves fighting their own shadows, their fears taking physical form and dragging them down into the darkness. Alessia stood in the center of the gloom, her human warmth acting as a beacon that kept the shadows from touching our own. Vincent hovered over her like a vengeful god, his dark eyes fixed on anyone who even looked in her direction. If a guard so much as stepped toward her, the shadows would rise up and swallow them who

Rachel, Marcus, the guys and I, took the cars, heading to the Tarmac. ................ *Somewhere in Oregon, inside the third chamber second tower* "Shadow Queen" A slender figure, walked through the tall golden doors of the chamber. Slowly, almost cautiously, she approached the Shadow Queen calmly seated at the center of the large chamber, having thorns of black fire circling around her.

“I see her. A woman cloaked at midnight. She walks among corpses, whispering to the bones. She’s looking for Elizabeth.” That night, Elizabeth dreamed. She stood in a forest of mirrors. Her reflection split into dozens. One screamed. One bled. One held her children and burned alive. Then the Shadow Queen appeared, face hidden beneath a silver veil. “You are light,” the Queen whispered. “And I... am your shadow.” Elizabeth woke with a gasp. They found the Queen’s lair on the fifth day. A castle buried in the cliffside, its towers formed of bone and ice. No guards. Only whispers.

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."

“I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know!! I swear. Please, believe me.” “What sort of piece of shit are you? Tell me!!!” “I don’t know. I swear.” “Miley!” “Shadow.” Ibrahim nudged Shadow’s head with his knee. “We are at the good part. Let me– fine…” She backed down because Ibrahim glared at her. “Juvi.” Juviana halted, turning her face to Shadow. Her complexion softened. “Yes, Shadow?” “Unfortunately, the queen doesn’t know.” “What?!” She shifted her eyes at Shadow once again. “She doesn’t know.”

He was staring at me with an obsession that bordered on madness. "I am not a coin for your hoard, lizard," I said, my voice dripping with the cold, unyielding weight of the Deep Void. "I am the Shadow Queen. And if you ever look at me like that again, I won't just freeze your fire. I will erase your existence."