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The Shadow Prince: A Mortal Enchantment Prequel Novella
The Shadow Prince: A Mortal Enchantment Prequel Novella
The Shadow Prince: A Mortal Enchantment Prequel Novella
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The Shadow Prince: A Mortal Enchantment Prequel Novella

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THE SHADOW PRINCE is the prequel novella to the award-winning YA fantasy series Mortal Enchantment. Discover a world of elemental powers, courage, duty, sacrifice, forbidden romance, and a war for the very elements of life. 

Sixteen-year-old Rowan is an elemental prince. Banished to the mortal world, he doubts he will ever return to Avalon and claim the fire court throne. Until he receives a challenge from his estranged mother. If he slays Kalin, the half-human, half-elemental princess and heir to the court of air, she will abdicate her throne. Is he capable of completing such a heinous task? And what price he will pay if he refuses? 

Perfect for fans of Holly Black and Sarah J. Maas. 

"Filled with betrayal and intrigue, The Shadow Prince is a dark and twisty novella from an exciting new author!" 

Katee Robert, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author 

"The Shadow Prince is a well written, powerful story with a unique premise and an exciting plot. Stacey O'Neale is one hell of a storyteller." 
Rachel, Parajunkee 

"The Shadow Prince is a fast-paced, action-packed, exciting introduction to a world of intrigue, and danger. I think fantasy and paranormal readers are going to love meeting her sexy male lead, Rowan. I'm a fan of both, and I enjoyed this book. I cannot wait to get my hands on Mortal Enchantment!" 
Katie, Mundie Moms

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 4, 2014
ISBN9780991451906
The Shadow Prince: A Mortal Enchantment Prequel Novella
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Stacey O'Neale

Stacey O'Neale lives in Annapolis, Maryland. When she's not writing, she spends her time fangirling over books, blogging, watching fantasy television shows, cheering for the Baltimore Ravens, and hanging out with her husband and daughter.Her career in publishing started as a blogger-turned-publicist for two successful small publishers. Stacey writes young adult paranormal romance and adult science fiction romance. Her books always include swoon-worthy heroes, snarky heroines, and lots of kissing.Stacey loves hearing from readers. Follow her on Twitter @StaceyONeale, look for her on Facebook, Pinterest, and GoodReads. You can also visit her blog at http://staceyoneale.com/.

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    The Shadow Prince - Stacey O'Neale

    Chapter One

    Headlights flashed, illuminating the darkness. I shifted around as a line of cars approached. This place wasn’t a popular spot. Most mortals didn’t know this forest hid a secluded beach, which was why I liked coming here to sleep under the stars. Branches snapped as they rode over the dirt road. Somehow they managed to squeeze their vehicles into a narrow clearing. One by one, they poured out wearing football jerseys and t-shirts with the same school logo.

    Judging by the excitement level of the group, they’d just come from a winning game. They headed for the shore with their coolers and a beer keg. A few of the guys dropped their stuff in the sand, found a decent spot, and started digging a pit. A beach bonfire? Cool. Maybe I don’t mind sharing my beach, after all. Minutes later, some girls showed up with baseball-sized rocks, handfuls of leaves and twigs, and arranged the sticks into a pyramid.

    There was only one ingredient left that they needed: fire.

    A smaller, non-jock-looking mortal tried several times to spark the flame with a lighter, but the wind coming off the ocean blew it out. The poor guy looked embarrassed, peering over his shoulder at a couple of cute girls in a cluster. He was going to need some help. Hidden behind a glamour, I knelt beside him. He made another attempt. Touching the twigs with the tip of my finger, I set the pyramid ablaze. The crowd cheered as the fire rose into the sky. The scrawny kid walked away smiling, holding the hand of one of the girls.

    Mission accomplished.

    The sound of a familiar chuckle rang out above the crashing waves. I turned around. As soon as I saw my best friend Marcus leaning against a distant tree, I made my way through the crowd to join him. The salty breeze rustled his curly brown hair, but he didn’t seem bothered. He tucked the wild strands behind his ear. In his red cashmere sweater and khaki pants, he could easily pass for a mortal. Looking at him now, it was hard to conceive what slept dormant within him.

    He stood at my side. ‟Working hard, I see."

    I hadn’t seen him in months. Not since his father ordered him back to Avalon. ‟What can I say? I’m a workaholic."

    ‟Yeah, he snorted. ‟I’m surprised to see you haven’t joined their celebration. He bent down in a mock bow, ‟Your Majesty."

    I smirked. ‟You know me better than that. I’m a total professional."

    ‟Ah, yes, he agreed, sarcastically. ‟You’re completely above partying with the mortals. It’s not like you’d ever break the rules.

    ‟Never."

    We were both full of shit.

    ‟It’s for the best, you know. These poor mortal boys can’t compete. You’ve got that whole sad-boy-with-a-tortured-soul thing going for you. He reached out as if he wanted to touch my face. ‟And those radiant blue eyes—

    Laughing, I swatted his hand away. ‟You’re a dick. You know that, right?"

    He let out a hearty laugh.

    The mortal girls did seem to enjoy my company. And, yes, I occasionally removed my glamour and pretended I was one of them. Why not? It sucked spending all my time in their world without ever being part of it.

    Marcus pointed to the silver barbell in my right eyebrow. ‟Nice piercing, by the way. Has your mother seen it?"

    ‟Why would she? I shrugged. ‟Where I go and what I do has never been of any importance to her.

    He raised an eyebrow. ‟Do I need to remind you that you’re the sole heir to the fire court throne? I’d say that makes you important."

    I may be her only biological child, but she has no interest in passing her crown onto me. Prisma has ruled the fire court for centuries. ‟Not to her."

    ‟With everything going on, his tone turned serious, ‟how could you possibly feel this way?

    Prisma exiled me to the mortal world. There was no love between us. ‟What are you saying? What’s going on?"

    ‟Come on, Rowan. Be serious."

    There had been no word from Avalon. No messages from her. I crossed my arms. ‟I have no idea what you’re talking about."

    ‟The queen sent me. His eyebrows furrowed as if he were genuinely surprised by my ignorance. ‟She’s abdicating her throne to you.

    Total astonishment didn’t begin to explain how I felt hearing those words. Part of me was too shocked to do anything but stand here. On the rare occasions I’d been invited to visit her in Avalon, she’d never once expressed any interest in abdicating her throne. ‟What about Valac and Selene?"

    ‟We both know they have no real claim to the crown."

    My older, adopted siblings have always been her favorite. They had been together for centuries, and if she passed the crown to anyone, I fully expected she’d fight to give it to one of them. ‟None of this makes any sense."

    Marcus shrugged. ‟Who cares why she’s doing it? I say go with it."

    I wasn’t naïve. There was a purpose to her decision. She wouldn’t hand the court over to me unless she got something in return. Something she couldn’t get without my help, but what could it be? ‟You don’t find any of this the least bit strange?"

    ‟I see where you’re coming from, but I’m looking at the broader picture. He placed his hand on my shoulder. ‟As king, you’ll be able to run the court as you please. You can make all the changes we’ve been talking about since we were kids.

    This was personal for Marcus.

    Prisma ruled with a ruthlessness unlike any of the other courts. They were in constant fear for their lives. Severe punishments were handed out for the smallest of crimes, along with plenty of violent executions. But it was the gabriel hounds who received the worst treatment. Hounds weren’t considered equal members of our court because they couldn’t control the fire element.

    Centuries ago, before the decrees were in place, Prisma created the shape-shifters as a means of protection. The other courts weren’t pleased, but there was nothing they could do. To this day, the hounds continue to be the most dangerous members of our court, controlled by her alone. The strongest hounds were trained to be guardians for high-ranking elementals, while the rest worked in homes as cooks, cleaners, and in other domestic positions.

    If I were king, I would put an end to all of it. ‟Are you sure she’s serious?"

    ‟There’s only one way to find out."

    Marcus was right. If she wanted something, I had to go back to Avalon to find out what. ‟Why did she send you to deliver the news? I assumed you’d be busy training to be a guardian."

    ‟I completed my training, he said, lowering his head. ‟I am now yours to command.

    An ache burned in the center of my chest. Prisma had assigned my best friend to be my protector. She had made it clear she didn’t approve of our friendship years ago, but this was going too far. This move was made solely to

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