1st Chronicles 3 Novels & Stories

The wind howled once more, and then, with a shimmer of light, the First King was gone. Elior exhaled and turned away. As the first slivers of dawn touched the ruined city, he and his companions set off, leaving behind the shattered remnants of a broken throne walking toward a future still clouded in shadow.

“Well, the Hunter’s Corps was the largest organization governed by 10 Vedic Knights, six of them being kings of allied nations. Till three years ago that is. We were attacked by Everlastings back then. With Hunter’s law being what it is they had to participate in the ‘Everlasting War’, and it wasn’t pretty. Thousands of our members were killed and many of them left us after the war.

Chapter 33: Accepting Fate Mink’s P.O.V As I stood at the edge of the Jharna, the icy wind biting at my skin, I couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming isolation. The roar of the waterfall filled my ears, drowning out any other sound, echoing the turmoil within me. I stared into the abyss below, watching the water cascade down into the cavernous depths, its sheer power mesmerizing yet chilling.

"Oh, yes. They are! And if you aren't a good boy and trouble mama's handmaid too much, a werewolf will be sent to steal you into the deep dark forest at night." The little boy burst into tears, sobbing loudly. "Who was the first werewolf?" The Prince's nephew, Evan, asked. "King Lycaon of Arcadia. He was cursed by Zeus." "Why?" "So one day, Zeus was bored of hiking up and down Mount Olympus. So he paid Arcadia a visit. He was like, 'Hey! Just checking in, what's up? I am the divine almighty here and y'all need to respect me.' The king and his fifty sons wondered, 'What the hell is he doing here?' 'Is he really Zeus?' 'I don't think Zeus has any power, he just shows off' 'We should get rid of

"I look festive." "You look like someone who has already decided to do something catastrophically stupid and is doing their makeup to delay the conversation about it." I set down the eyeliner and turned to face him. Drake Valcoin, ancient vampire, only male Divine Warrior in recorded history, Council Elder, and the man who had literally pulled my soul back from the Neverplain, looked genuinely worried. Not the performative concern he used in Council chambers. The real kind, the kind that lived behind his eyes when he thought no one was paying close enough attention to catch it. I was always paying attention.

*Third Person Pov* When Bhairavi reached near the Kings, she saw that the King of Nadir is wounded and saw few warriors of Nadir stepping near them which would allow them to capture King Vali with ease. “Walk away!” She ordered them making both the Kings stop their fighting and glance at her in surprise. “You are wounded, King Teodor.” She mumbled glancing at him. “And that is the reason those are here to capture this King.” King Teodor said. “No! You all leave from here.” She uttered, and they slowly did not because of her words, but because of the few soldiers from Agatha stepping near to the place which would put the King Teodor life in danger.

My savior said, drawing my attention to him. “He is Davien Hawkyns.” My missing part of my soul said, “and I am Crysal.” He finished as he snickered. “So, I take it you heard my call?” I asked, glancing between them and the guy standing by the open door. I was just getting an image of him, when I remembered, he’s Ericson. *I knew him, I just saw him…* my head felt fuzzy. *Girl focus, stay with Cherie. Put her to rest!* said a voice in my head. Trusting in this voice, I focused on me, Cherie.

NOTE: THIS BOOK IS WRITTEN IN A BLEND OF FIRST-PERSON AND THIRD-PERSON POV. Kyra's POV Chapter 1 – The Witch Hunt The bells of Kyrrath rang out like war drums in the night. The sky burned red, echoing with cries of the dying. Smoke from burning trees and homes mixed with the sharp stench of blood. Soldiers in black steel armor marched through the city, dragging witches from their homes—ripping them from their families.

The scent of ozone and metal fills the air as ancient magic awakens. Liora moves between us, supporting Dawn's head as she brings the chalice to her bloodless lips. "Drink, light-bearer," she murmurs, tipping the vessel carefully. "Receive what is freely given." Dawn's throat works reflexively as the first drops pass her lips. For a terrifying moment, nothing happens—then her body convulses, back arching off the table, as the dragon blood hits her system. Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock.

He was flipping through the pages of his notes. "That's just it. If the Warrior and Bearer are supposed to get their bloody groove on as part of the ‘End Times,' then we've either missed the other prophecies or something big has happened to ruin the chain of events. If this Asta person was trying to harness the magic of Earth by either stealing or pulling Earth's magic here, then she's screwed everything up. None of the timelines, guides, or prophesies matter now. That's how she screwed us over: We're on our fucking own against who knows what."