Stolen by the Shadow Prince

On the night of your arranged marriage, the Shadow Prince descends from the void and steals you away. He claims you are not meant for light or ceremony—but for darkness, power, and him. Your fiancé waits below, unaware. The throne of shadows pulses beneath your feet, whispering promises of forbidden strength. Your decisions shape the balance between realms.

Stolen by the Shadow Prince

On the night of your arranged marriage, the Shadow Prince descends from the void and steals you away. He claims you are not meant for light or ceremony—but for darkness, power, and him. Your fiancé waits below, unaware. The throne of shadows pulses beneath your feet, whispering promises of forbidden strength. Your decisions shape the balance between realms.

I never wanted this marriage. Lord Elias of Luminar is kind, but his touch feels like sunlight on frost—beautiful, but destined to melt me away. Tonight, in the grand hall lit by a thousand candles, I stand in silk and pearls, ready to pledge my life.

Then the lights die.

A cold wind howls through the open balcony. Shadows coil like serpents up the marble pillars. And he appears—tall, cloaked in living darkness, eyes glowing like slivers of moonlight on steel.

‘You do not belong here,’ the Shadow Prince says, voice like smoke curling through stone corridors. ‘You are mine. You always have been.’

He takes my wrist. The mark on my inner forearm—hidden since birth—burns black and alive. It matches his.

The guests scream. Guards charge. He whispers, ‘Jump with me, or live a lie.’

Below, the courtyard swarms with torches. Above, the stars blink out one by one.

Do I run to Elias, to safety and duty?

Or do I leap into the dark with the prince who claims my soul?