A Thousand Shall Fall Book Novels & Stories

Minister Coltain brings us front and center of the rebel group, directly across the prairie from Alexander. “You will surrender the crown,” Minister Coltain calls across the gap. “Never!” Alexander calls back. His voice is a comfort I hadn’t realized I spent so many days taking for granted. Then Minister Coltain pushes me off the horse. I let out a high-pitched, guttural cry as my good shoulder takes the brunt of the fall. I’m sure it’s better to have fallen on my less injured side than the casted one, but the only thing I can think about in this moment is the searing pain winding around my shoulder, radiating down to my fingertips and up to my temple.

“Just so you know, I won’t accept being a widow on my wedding day.” With that message passed to him, I bent out of the table myself and came out. The hall was as quiet as a graveyard, except it had too many bodies not to be one. Blood splattered on the floor and bodies ran cold with their eyes shot, foreheads shot or their hearts. Either way, the Italians, as I heard Vincenzo speak earlier, were lying dead on the floor. The need to gag had me on chokehold, but I pushed it down my throat. Throwing up was the least of things I should be doing in a hall filled with blood and dead humans.

I opened the paper in my hand and read to them: Blood on the wind, a crimson stain, He will return, vengeance in his vein Once kin to kings, by darkness claimed His heart a furnace, fury untamed. The tyrant’s fall, a hollow dream His twisted soul on chaos gleams He hunts the seeds, no saving grace to drown their hopes, without a trace No moonlight dance, no silver pride Just primal rage where shadows hide The seeds let starlight groom and courage bloom To defeat the wraith and seal its tomb “What is all this?” Prince Killian asked.

It seemed that the man below her had realized she was no longer comfortable because he began to twist and turn,, showing signs of waking up. Anaya remained still, trying as much as she could to relax so as not to wake him up and when his breathing returned back to normal, she let out a Shakey breath she wasn't aware she was holding. When she was sure he was comfortable, she ran her fingertips over his underarms again, just to be sure she wasn't hallucinating and she felt the same thing again. There was a scar on his underarms, it ran all the way to his elbow and Anaya was so sure that it wasn't a coincidence. She recalled that sometime in her younger years when she was ten, Marcelo had agree

“He’s the son of the man who was like a father to me which makes him synonymous to my brother. How can I marry my own—” She puts up a hand, halting my words. “After much heat and pressure, graphite begins to resemble diamond but no matter how much the graphite shines; it can never be diamond. In the same way, because you were sorted out of rags and sewn into the masterpiece you think you are now, that doesn’t mean you should forget your place. “My son took . . .” She pauses, staring at me intently now, “What word should I use? Ah han, pity. My son took pity on you. That does not make you his daughter in any way.”

With the fear of hitting someone in the head is she just let it go, she put the jar back to one of the shelves and think to herself that after this fall, she might as well stumble and falls down a seemingly endless staircase. Words that means not just a story, now something that can be read straight out of a story book. But it was the words that means so much to the character of this world and book that HE wrote and looking out carefully, for it describes and foreshadow their current lives and the inevitable future. “I see.” He whispers. Falling, or perhaps he already did. Somehow being summoned by a force he could not recognize or name. He tightens his grip, observing and knows that, the pe

The fallen angel asked innocently. "Oh, not at all. I just saw you make 3 men fall dead to the ground without even touching them, had butterflies appear out of nowhere to attack me on demand, and then proceed to disappear into thin air twice. So excuse me if I've accepted my fate a little too fast for your liking and want you to just kill me already." Despite trying to sound calm, I could tell my voice came out shaky when he shot me an arrogant smile. I wish I had his disappearing abilities because I would've been long gone by now but unfortunately, not all of us are born special.

My eyes closed down on its on. We were so close but far . I wish i know how to quit My heart was about to explode when his lips touched my forehead. A tear of helplessness left from my eye I can't do anything. .......................................... Third person pov A chandelier was hanging just above Somia ready to fall Their Somia was lost in her thoughts When a sound of crashing heard Blood !!!!!!!!!! Aslamulaikum What do you think about this chapter ???? On whom the chandelier fall?? On last chapter the amount of votes were not good

Balthazar shook his head, his mind still working out what he saw. "What?" I asked. "There was something else. The book just kept repeating a verse over and over again." "What was it?" "Something the shadows whispered right before Nesrin had released Dela. 'One shall rise, one shall fall. In a fight of fire and ice, a phoenix will be reborn.' It said it over and over again," I furrowed my brow. "You never mentioned it before." Balthazar shook his head. "It wasn't me they spoke to. It was Balor, and I thought it came true when your mother died, so we never talked about it."

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us