Defiance Of The Fall Novels & Stories

Sworn enemies yet, she is the only woman who can put out the fire in our bloodlines. “What are you waiting for, Leo? A fucking invitation? Shoot her knees!” My father orders. I cock the gun, waiting for Zeyneps’ jaded-coloured irises to meet mine, and when they do, I wink at her. Quickly, I lift my arm and press the gun in my grasp against the side of my father’s head, with my index finger resting on the trigger. “Long live the Defiant Queen, Zeynep Volkov, heir of the true Artemis ‘Wolf’ Volkov,” I say in a firm tone and pull the trigger, murdering my father.

She will fall, even if Dagen seems obsessed with her, she will fall, she will die, or she will be thrown to the rogues. This game was never meant to give Omegas another chance to show the world they can rule, or to change the world into what they want. It was to show Omegas of what happens when you don’t fall into line. It was to show Omegas that we rule, not them. It was to prove to them what happens when you think you’re better than the Alphas and can live without them. Veyra’s fall will do just that. She’s not fighting only for herself, but for all Omegas even if she doesn’t say it. We all know that’s her goal, to change the rules, to change the laws. We can’t let that happen.

I asked. " I was the only one who could stand up to him, father refused to intervene as he refused to harm his son. After I defeated him and disbanded his group, he was banished." Sebastian's words looked far-fetched but with the look he had in his eyes, I chose to believe him. " If he did something as severe as that, why was he brought back," I asked for him to construct a sardonic smile on his face while his gaze intensified. " When you are at the top, there will be others that would want to pull you down. My father and the ancient wolves had their eyes on me, waiting for when I would make a mistake and I did," he said.

Fallon The Grand Wizard covers his head, but the damage is done. The rafters splinter under the falling weight of tons of ancient stone. I throw up my shields and fall to my knees, bracing myself as ceiling tiles shatter to the ground, exploding in sharp shards and larger chunks that slice through the throne and rows of stone benches, destroying everything. My shields barely hold. My magic flickers, threatening to burn out. The wind is unreal. I can’t see a Goddess-damned thing for what feels like an eternity.

He takes my hand and everyone watches as he is forced to get down on one knee and kiss the hand of the woman he failed to kill. He mumbles my name, Dawn, and I will be the one to rule this court, not him. How could he rule a court if he cannot kill one woman? I have won, and tomorrow will be the promising ceremony, the first step to claiming my land that he stands upon and it will be the land he dies upon.

I sighed in relief when I heard the unmistakable growl of Nathan and knew they were almost here. My friends were fighting a good fight, but they were outnumbered, with the rogues pushing them back in their desperate attempts to get closer to me. I backed away, grabbing a chair to use as a weapon as I stepped closer to the wall to get away from them. Instead of hitting the wall as I expected, I backed into a person. I froze as I felt something jab me in the neck. Not again was my last thought before I blacked out. Nathan’s point of view

Believe in the strength of our government! Cyrus shook his head once more. The scale of the Frostfall was beyond anything humanity could imagine. No matter how hard the authorities struggled, human strength was far too small before the vast power of nature.

Shattering it. Silence. Sudden, deafening silence. The chant cuts off mid-groan. Kin collapse, writhing, clutching their heads, severed from the source of their amplified madness. Arthur reels back from the altar, the dagger clutched spasmodically. He stares at the Child, then at the fallen Kin, utter confusion warring with fury on his ruined face. The blue flicker in his eye is gone, swallowed by raging green void. But the Child… they don’t hover. They fall . Like a spent firework. Their light gutters, dims to a faint ember. They hit the blighted earth near the altar, a small, still form. Cold. So cold. Detachment won. Or… sacrifice did.

Her defiance only enraged me further. I advanced on Mara, eyes flashing with feral fury. To her credit, she stood tall this time rather than cowering before me. "Touch one hair on my son's head, and you will regret it," she vowed, steel in her voice. I halted, shocked by her daring. We stared each other down, neither yielding. How dare this discarded woman challenge me so brazenly? But then grandmother's frail face flashed through my mind, her profound disappointment in me. Mara met my gaze unflinchingly, protective fury radiating off her. In that moment, I saw her not as a weakling, but a she-wolf defending her cub against all odds.

I muttered bitterly. Jillian rose from his seat and came to stand in front of me. “Don’t let fear control you. You’re stronger than that.” I wanted to believe him. I really did. But the image of my father—bloodied and tied up—was burned into the backs of my eyelids. I looked up at Jillian. “Will you save him?” “I’ll do more than that.” His voice turned dark. “I’ll make sure whoever touched him regrets ever breathing.” There was something terrifyingly beautiful about how serious he looked. He wasn’t making a promise out of pity—he was declaring war.