Fall Of Cadia Novel Novels & Stories

I don't think I can go through that pain again. I sink into my seat, realization hitting me like a firing ball. I've once again belittled myself in front of him. Caleb Da Stephano. The disgustingly rich, handsome, drop dead gorgeous grandson of a prosperous family. Caleb had been the second reason for my depression growing up. I'd only known him for three years in elementary school and those had been the worst days of my life. Well..... Before Michaela Featherstone. Caleb had been the bane of my existence, the only agony I'd known as a young girl. At such a tender age, no one should ever have to be subjected to the cruelties he'd subjected me to.

They broke into a run as they rushed the Nephilim. “Quick Cain!” Cassie yelled. Cain wasted no time in grabbing the makeshift sled and tearing off as fast as his broken body would let him toward safety. What he didn’t know was that I was already gone, my eyes closed. My heart already shattered to pieces from the world that fell apart. Verity’s smiling face danced before my eyes, and it was almost as if she was with me; her arms around me. I could feel her warmth. The endless darkness is hovering my love. I see you, I’ll be there soon.

His downfall is destined by the Gods. Pucha is weird! Does this mean Cayden will be defeated and fall? Eight months? Wait, that's almost here... Today is already the 7th month. But shit, this book is written like what? Years ago? Why am I affecting this book? And as it says here, mythology right? That means it's not true. Aish, why did I even read this? So I just closed the book and just looked at the front but my eyes just widened.

Caden Point of View "You haven't. You don't understand Drug Addiction, Fiona, and you should. It's deadly and terminal. All you care about is yourself. Cade called you once, while we were hanging out, you were talking and he just hung up, you didn't call him, you didn't check on him, you did nothing."

She murmured to herself when she could understand why it felt like her knees were giving way and felt like jelly. "Ophelia?" she heard his voice but it sounded like it was coming from a different dimension. She tried to turn back and tripped on herself, and she was falling to the ground. She let go of the cup in her hand, and it splattered to the floor, spilling the contents in it. Luckily for her, the cup bounced off but did not break into pieces. She closed her eyes as she could believe that one marriage was enough for her with Cade. She was definitely falling through a spiral of self-embarrassment, and this might go on and on for a very long time.

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.

*** 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.

CORA Thankfully, the way the fortress was built using heavy stones allowed us to find some purchase on the outer wall, and we managed to partially make our way across the vertical drop by digging our fingers into the gaps between the blocks. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would shake me off the ledge, but Cade was already moving ahead, his movements quick and desperate. We soon arrive in Cade's room, which wasn't that far from Ronan's, and I practically tumbled through his window, falling onto the rug in a heap of tangled limbs and gasping breath.

The morning Julia’s world collapses—again—it begins with a headline. Her phone buzzes nonstop, vibrating against the kitchen counter like a trapped animal. She reaches for it, expecting something small, something survivable. Instead, the headline hits her like a slap. JULIA BAILEY: THE GIRL WHO CLIMBED THE HEIR FOR FAME—AND FELL. Her breath shatters. The article unfurls like poison: anonymous sources, distorted facts, doctored photos. Every sentence twists the truth into something unrecognizable.

Shame and despair filled his heart as he looked up at the woman who had bested him in every way. Zyra stepped back, giving him one last, cold look. She could see the defeat in his eyes, the way he crumbled under the weight of his failure. Cade, broken and beaten, reached for a dagger at his side. His hand trembled as he gripped it, the weight of his shame too much to bear. With a final, despairing glance at Zyra, Cade plunged the dagger into his own heart. His body convulsed, then went still, his eyes staring blankly at the sky above.