Defiance Of The Fall Royal Road Novels & Stories

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.

I didn't come for a fight , all I wanted was my queen and I would quietly leave this hole they call mansion . Without wasting any much time, he charged on me. I wasn't really expecting him to do so since he knew clearly that he was no match for me. I let my wolf take over as my canine elongated and finger became sharper. If they don't want me to do this the easy way , I can as well do it the hard way . With bloodthirsty eyes, I left my mark on the fool who had thought he could have a chance against me. I dug my fingers into his chest and made sure he saw his heart before he died.

Renriel did not care about the answer he would receive and much less about how it would unfold -all he wanted at that time was to see how far Kalias and Aynur would go, to see the fallen become a king again and maybe show himself that it was possible. A fallen king could always return to his throne. ☽ ━━━━━━━━ ❍ ━━━━━━━━ ☾

Greg muttered back. Out of their sights, inside the Devil’s forest, in the dark woods, a man wearing a dark animal coat and a young slave navigated the path not by sight but by faith and memory. The path at the master's feet faded as it led into the darkness of the woods, yet the man followed it. He must, for the sake of the kingdom. Somewhere in there were the answers he needed, and so his feet followed the narrow strip of naked earth among the giants of root and leaf.

Pitch blackness. Yet I find myself rising in my nightdress. Moving like a dead thing on bare, numbed feet. Which immediately began the long trek up the hill to WitchFall Fortress. I knew in the back of my mind that I didn’t want to go there, that I knew what would happen if I did. Yet I moved, one foot before the other. I knew that somehow Mathis was forcing my body into motion in a way that was impossible to overcome. But the knowledge changed nothing.

"She was the cause of her own demise, that foolish girl probably think she can seduce the Prince and live life in luxury. Hah! The nerve of her thinking such a thing." "But, don't you think the Prince is going too far? I know we can't speak to anyone about this, telling anyone of the third Prince's nature will kill us, though this is unjust! The Royal Family is tolerating this madman too much." "Shh now! This conversation can be treated as treason, be more careful with your words." Then the two stayed silent as they just cover their ears to muffle the noise coming from the third Prince's room. When Russel was done, he threw away the head that he just cut off and sat back down on his bed whil

Noah’s Who would’ve thought that I would fall for the princess? Scratch that. The first question should be, who would’ve thought that I was the missing son of King Ricardo and Queen Josephine? I know it’s hard to take in, but I felt like time was going too fast. I knew that Ruthy was in love with someone else, but it seems like it was something that would fall in ruins and Ruthy knew that. She tried to fight for it, she tried to sacrifice for it, but she couldn’t do it. She was refused. My only intention was to watch, support, and protect her from the sideline, but I was wrong. I didn’t want to remain as a friend, I wanted Ruthy to notice me and accept me. We had a rough start, a troublesome

The rest of the Pavillion collapsed from the shock waves coming off thousands of attacks being launched in the same place at the same time. This obviously did not go unnoticed, and this time there was no mystery as to what was going on. The Falling Stardust went in and continent destroying shock waves came rumbling out after. This was their signature known for flattening provinces in retaliation for any offense. The king would also not punish them for any offense because he was in debt to them for magic devices. The people in the province packed up and moved out after the first set of shock waves. Streets were packed with coaches filled with people and property as everyone made their way tow

Then, he raised his hand and aimed at the snow-capped mountain that was suppressing him! Buzz! The world started to shake! Tremendous energy and the power of rules surged all over Wayward King, instantly tearing a huge crack above his head! This crack was the size of a town! The huge snow mountain fell into the crack and was slowly engulfed! In the end, the crack swallowed the entire snow-capped mountain! A layer of cold sweat dotted Wayward King’s forehead. He stared at Marquis Fulmore coldly and said angrily, “You’re courting death!”

The Breaking Point The trek back to Darkfang Keep was a tense, silent march through the mist-shrouded woods. Aria held Rollan close, his small body a fragile shield against the fear gnawing at her heart. Caden led the way, his broad shoulders rigid, his blade still drawn, its edge stained with the blood of Victor’s rogues. Kael limped behind, his chest wound seeping through his torn shirt, his face pale but resolute. The air was heavy with unspoken accusations, the traitor’s shadow looming over every step.