Fall Of Cadia Book Novels & Stories

I couldn't guarantee that camp would always be a safe place. If she was human, if Evangeline was right, we were running out of time anyway. It didn't matter that I would be falling prey to the curse in a few short months. She would be gone by then, withered away by whatever magic prevents humans from flourishing here. Sage just didn't seem like she was dying. She seemed to be getting stronger. It was impossible to figure out what to believe about her.

I gazed at the altar, where Castor loomed like a monarch, his hands radiating ominous energy. And at that instant, I sensed the burden of the prophecy, the certainty of what lay ahead. "One will rise, one will decline." Dahlia's voice pierced the turmoil, gentle yet distinct. "I'll be the one to fall," she murmured, her eyes open wide in understanding. Before I could reply, she pivoted and dashed away, vanishing into the darkness. The earth beneath us trembled fiercely, and I looked in the direction of the altar. Castor remained in place, his laughter reverberating throughout the battlefield.

She fell against him as pain washed through her once more. A gurgled cry came from Marcus as he jumped to his feet, the bindings and the chair still attached. Hatred glared through his eyes as he aimed his attack toward Simon. Just as Marcus plowed into the other man, Isabelle fell to the floor. Simon grasped Marcus and pushed him backwards. As he hit the ground, the chair broke in pieces, yet the bindings secured his movements. Shouts from outside stopped them all and they turned toward the window. The voices grew closer. Isabelle’s heartbeat quickened, hoping someone came to rescue them. Then fear covered her momentary excitement knowing Napoleon’s soldiers would kill them.

So I hadn't been wrong about her after all. If she were truly innocent, hearing that my legs had recovered would have made her happy. Instead she was certain it was impossible. I stood up right in front of her. "Caleb, how are y-y-you… There's no way you can stand!" She caught herself and gave an awkward laugh. "I mean, are your legs all better now? Let's go to the hospital and get you checked out." Something gave out in me all at once. I fell to the floor. Everything became clear. My mouth opened and closed a few times. In the end I swallowed the words I wanted to say.

“Don’t you dare try to explain this away like it’s some misunderstanding I’m too stupid to comprehend.” “Diana, please…” “Operation Pembroke Fall.” I picked up the plan, holding it between us like evidence at a trial. “Is that what I am to you? An operation?” “That was written months ago. Before I knew you. Before…” “Before what? Before you executed your plan perfectly? Before you made the desperate, neglected daughter fall in love with you exactly as you intended?” My voice was rising now, all the shock giving way to fury. “You studied me, Xander. You researched my vulnerabilities. You knew exactly which buttons to push.”

Viola’s POV The growing absence of loyalty in the pack was making me nervous. I couldn’t fathom an open rebellion against my father. My edginess really showed lately, so I chose to mostly avoid people as much as I was able to. I spent a lot of time going through the journal that Cade had given me. From what I understood, it belonged to someone who was hunting Voldin and other fallen angels.

ISLA’S POV The silence in the library felt loud after Lucan left, It was so different now. The stacks of boxes weren't just history; they felt like graves, and Cade’s signature on that letter was a whole lot for me to take. I couldn't breathe in here; I needed air. I needed to escape from this room full of lies and secrets. I was staring at a row of books, when the door opened. It was Cade, standing there in all his glory. My nose was suddenly attacked by his cologne and for some reason, I couldn't look away.

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

"Kyaah!" To my great surprise and shock, I stumbled backward, my foot losing its balance, causing me to lose my footing. I ended up sitting clumsily on the floor, and the three heavy books I was carrying slipped from my grasp, scattering across the floorboards with loud thuds that echoed through the empty corridor. "You okay there?" I shifted my gaze upward towards the person standing over me the moment I heard that familiar, calm voice. Of course. It was Eros.

Such an ironic yet fitting end for her heinous sins. Lyda made a series of sickening sounds, spitting blood up all over her face as Adea thought she was trying to say something to her, but no words were able to come out. Lyda struggled to raise an arm toward Adea, but whatever strength she had left was fading away. Her arm collapsed, and just then, Adea heard the sound of rocks cracking as the elongated protrusion that pierced her sister’s heart broke away. There were no screams, just the disturbing sounds of rock and bone colliding against the chasm as Lyda plummeted to the bottom of the abyss.