Shadow Slave: The Scion of the Night

Thales, a casual Shadow Slave reader finds himself frustrated with the House of Nights defeat to the Prince of Nothing. In his frustration he takes a shower to clear his mind, leading to his untimely death to a piece of soap.



Now reborn as a young scion of the herald of the Stormsea, the House of Night, he finds himself like any other restless dreamer. Suffering in the unpredictable waters of the nightmare realm. How will he survive in this treacherous world? And how will he fare against the dastardly divine children of G3?



Let us watch on whether Thales will remain an insignificant figure, or will he rise to become a tide of change.







Wrote this because the house of night actually became bums...ಠ⁠ಗ⁠ಠ



I feel like they still had a lot of potential, and I would like to explore that in this story. And hopefully a few other areas of the dream realm aswell.



This is my first fanfic so please go easy on me(⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~