Novels by Cedar Karamy

Davina sneaked into the palace library late at night. It was not the public library frequented by nobles, but a locked underground chamber that could only be opened with a high-ranking family spell, one Davina had learned in secret from her father.Her footsteps echoed down the cold stone corridor. The candles along the walls ignited on their own as she passed, as if recognizing the noble blood flowing through her veins. Davina browsed the ancient bookshelves, her fingers brushing against dusty spines. She was searching for one thing: information about the Poisonous Forest and the toxic mist that guarded it.“I can’t believe there isn’t a single record about that forest,” Davina muttered in frustration after two hours of searching.She pulled a large book from the top shelf. Its cover was made of black leather, unlabelled, save for a circular symbol carved into the center. Davina opened the first page, and her eyes widened.It was a personal journal written by someone who had successf

Ten years had passed in the Shadow World.​Princess Elara was now seventeen years old. She had grown tall and slender, with soft features that were beginning to shape her into a graceful young woman. Her beautiful face, which everyone had praised since she was a child, was now even more captivating. Her skin was as white as porcelain, her jet-black hair flowed down to her waist, and her eyes—those warm, radiant eyes—had become an undeniable source of charm. Yet behind her beauty, Elara remained the same as ever: gentle, obedient, and quiet.​The biggest difference was that now she had someone who was always by her side.​Aldric.​Her cousin had grown into a handsome young man with a chiseled jawline and broad shoulders. His once-distinctive curly hair was now more neatly styled, yet his piercing eyes remained the same–full of resolve and devotion. He was no longer the little boy who used to run through the palace gardens. He was the youngest Captain of the Shadow Army in history, a wa

Seventeen years had passed since the night two babies were switched beneath the full moon.​Arven had now grown into a seventeen-year-old teenager. He was tall and slender, his shoulders beginning to broaden, and his jawline taking on a sharp definition that often drew covert glances from the girls at school. Yet his eyes–a deep, dark brown–held something no other teenager his age possessed: the wariness of a young man harboring a dangerous secret.​In his sophomore year of high school, Arven was a perfectly ordinary student. His grades were strictly average. He did not stand out in academics, nor did he excel in sports. Quiet and polite, he always offered a faint, pleasant smile whenever spoken to. No one suspected that beneath his neat white-and-gray uniform lay a body that had been training relentlessly in secret for years.​While his classmates spent their free time playing mobile games, watching movies, or hanging out at local cafes, Arven lived a double life.​Every afternoon, a

The Shadow Sun–not a real sun, but a giant crystal suspended in the sky of the Shadow World that emitted a dim light at all times–had just reached its peak brightness when Aldric walked cheerfully toward the Palace of Eternal Darkness.​That day, he woke up earlier than usual. Ever since yesterday’s skills competition, he had been eager to see Elara. He wanted to hear directly from his cousin whether she had watched his performance. He wanted to know if Elara had smiled upon seeing the shadow shield and sword he had created.​Aldric wore his black ceremonial robe with silver embroidery at the cuffs. He had combed his curly hair neatly–something he rarely did. In his hand, he carried a small box of crystal candies, Elara’s favorite treat that could only be found at a specialty shop in the South Shadow Market.​He was almost at the palace gates when a voice called out to him from the side.​“Aldric!”​Aldric stopped. He turned to his left, his brow furrowing slightly. Davina stood there

At the Palace of Eternal Darkness, that day was different from usual.​The Arena of Shadows–a vast, black-stoned field in the palace’s backyard–was filled with hundreds of noble families from all corners of the Shadow World. They had come to witness the Annual Youth Tournament, a showcase of skill for children aged six to ten. This was a long-awaited day. A day when parents took pride, children competed, and rulers assessed the promising talents of the future.​On the palace balcony towering high above the arena stood three figures.​King Kaelen Arkanis sat on his black stone throne. His evening robe fluttered in the cold wind blowing through the mountain passes. Beside him, Queen Seraphina Valdris sat gracefully, her black gown shimmering with tiny crystals embedded in the fabric. And between them, on a smaller chair, sat Princess Elara.​The little girl wore a deep purple dress with a silver ribbon at her waist. Her jet-black hair was neatly styled by the palace maids, adorned with

In the Palace of Eternal Darkness, at the heart of the World of Shadows, lived a little princess named Elara.She was no ordinary princess. She was the only child of King Kaelen Arkanis and Queen Seraphina Valdris, the supreme rulers of a land never touched by the sun. Their palace was built of gleaming black stones, adorned with translucent crystals that emitted a dim light from within—the only light known in that world.Elara was seven years old. Her jet-black hair flowed softly down her back. Her eyes–they were what captivated people the most. Not because they were sharp or fiery like those of most inhabitants in the Shadow Realm. Her eyes were, in fact, gentle and clear, and deep within them shone something strange–a light. Not the cold light of crystal, but a warm glow, like a radiance that had never existed in her world.The maids and servants in the palace often whispered behind Elara’s back. “That little princess is so beautiful. But it’s a shame....”“What’s a shame?”“She ha