Queen's Shadow の小説・ストーリー

“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.

In perfect unison, the five warriors clicked their crossbows shut, stepping back into the shadows. “The blood of the void does not beg,” Kaelen murmured, pressing his fist against his heart. “Forgive me, Princess. We were testing your resolve. A Queen who bows to her history is useless to us. A Queen who commands it... is everything. We will save him. But he stays under our watch.” The underground sanctuary of theShadow Eaterswas a hidden labyrinth carved deep into the roots of the jagged mountains bordering Shadow Ridge. It smelled of ancient stone, damp moss, and a strange, metallic ozone that hummed against my skin like a static charge.

"One of you sold our sister’s life for a seat at a Shadow Queen’s table." ​Elara stepped out from the circle of her brothers, her silver eyes glowing with a faint, residual violet light. "I don't care about your excuses. The Shadow Queen is coming, and she has a key to our front door. If any of you have a shred of loyalty left to the Thorne name, you will speak now. Or I will let my brothers handle the interrogation." ​Orion stepped forward, cracking his knuckles, but before anyone could speak, a cold wind swept through the Hall. The copper moon outside was suddenly eclipsed by a sliver of absolute black.

“Can I give it to someone else, someone who could use it?” He shakes his head. “It’s not how it works. It was born with you, but remained invisible until your own ability blossomed. If you hadn’t learned to control your darkness, it may have never shown itself ever, and this generation’s Shadow Queen would have been lost.” “I see,” I say, what I know he expects to hear, even though I don’t fully understand. How can I be a Solar Queen as well as a Queen of Shadows? They are two very opposite things.

The woman stated making Kydence gasp. “I-I’m sorry. I should’ve known.” The Moon Goddess reached out her hand and caressed Kyde’s cheek. “It’s okay my sweet girl.” “Why do we need to go to the King and Queen?” she asked. “Their Delta General, Shadow Collins and Delta Commanders, who are his younger brother’s, Spyder and Spencer Collins are Shadows.” “What? No that can’t be, all Shadows are from our pack.” “Yes, and they are from your pack through their father, Micheal Collins.”

“Of all places…” Her eyes darkened. “No,” she muttered. “That sneaky bitch." She stood, pacing slowly. "She planned this all along; we cannot leave her alone; something has to be done." “So what are you planning…?” the assistant asked She stopped suddenly. “Dig into Mark,” she snapped. “I want to know everything and why she’s there.” “Yes, ma'am," the assistant replied “And Leah…” Ana’s lips curved faintly. “Let’s see how long she lasts this time.”

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 1: The Departure The carriage door closed with finality that echoed through her chest like a death knell. Through crystal-clear windows enhanced with court magic far beyond territorial capabilities, she watched Shadoweave's spires fade into pre-dawn mist. Each familiar landmark disappeared with the inexorable permanence of choices that couldn't be unmade.

And Andreas was always right. The thought of his name burned sweet and sharp in my chest. Andreas. A shadow on the edge of my plans, a constant whisper in my ear. He wasn’t here now, but his influence always lingered like smoke. Every step I’d taken, every line I’d crossed, I had his voice guiding me. Telling me to take more. Want more. Be more. And look at me now. I grinned, leaned forward, and whispered it aloud, my voice slinking around the numbers like silk.