Fallen Throne Novels & Stories

Asher POV ​My name is Asher Steele. I am 29 years old; I am the Alpha of Crimson Blood Pack. I have the largest pack in the country. I don’t tolerate mistakes or half-ass shit. I run a tight ship and everyone in this pack knows it. ​“Alpha?” My Bata and best friend say as he knocks and pocks his head in with a scared look on his face. “Yes?” I say while looking up at him. “You know that mission you posted 4 days ago? Well let me say that whoever did it completed it and is already home and here’s your report and the victims are back and said that the girl was a badass and something along the lines of wanting you to go to her pack and thank her for saving them..” he says while trying to hide h

He killed and killed, but he bled too much, moved too slow. The scarred rogue drove a blade into his chest. Cassian staggered, choking. He tried to lift his sword again, but his strength failed. He fell across Astrid’s body, their hands nearly touching on the blood-stained floor. Silence filled the room. The rogues stood over them, some panting, others grinning. “The throne is broken,” the scarred one rasped. “Exactly as promised.” ————————————————————— The vision shattered. Aria fell back into herself, her chest heaving, sweat slick across her forehead and brow.

The love I thought we had was a joke. It made sense then why he hoarded all the money and power as soon as our family business picked up, never letting me get close. He was guarding against me all along. Lost in the past, Sebastian stood and clapped me on the shoulder, "Anything coming back to you?" I shook my head, playing dumb, "Nope, maybe you knocked something loose when you took that dive. Got your wires crossed." Sebastian's grin froze, awkward as hell. Despite his brown-nosing, I was not biting, and his face clouded over.

Every step closer made my knees weak, my chest ache, my heartbeat thunder. “You shouldn’t be here,” I whispered, voice trembling, though my body leaned forward anyway. “I could say the same,” he replied, voice low, teasing, yet commanding, “but here we are. Fate… or obsession, maybe both.” I tried to reclaim control, to step back, to remind myself of the rules I had silently set: don’t get attached, don’t let him consume you, don’t fall. But rules melted away under the weight of him. Every nerve, every thought, every pulse screamed surrender.

However, this is not my reason for writing today, as I write in a state of disturbance. The king is dead. The king of the Gods, who rule the kingdom of Serenacia is dead, so yes, my earlier statement is true. It feels surreal, dishevelling and confusing as of how his death took place, because as of now, every God in Serenacia is at alert. We are no longer safe. And still yet, that remains the least confusing thing, as what is, is the finding of the stake of Adonis, which was used to kill King Orrin.

but it wasn't really that surprising to me, cause a part of me had already figured out that I like him, since the time he placed his palm on my lips, I was the one who was trying to deny it, cause it was the same thing like falling for lucifer, but I don't want to care anymore, and don't want to keep my feelings hidden anymore, cause it's exhausting, and suffocating. Yes, I know it's so shitty to fall for a cruel person like him of all people, and it's like a death wish, but to be honest, sometimes the prince charming you pictured may not be exactly the guy you end up falling for, and when you fall for the prince life throws at you, there's no way to deceive your heart, so I would stop playi

Fallen is a race of celestial beings who were sent down to earth either as punishment or as a request made by them, they lose their wings in the process. Aryiks are a race of beings who are half werewolf half angels, they are granted angel lifespans and werewolf powers, including a wolf. They also allowed the fallen angels' powers to be passed unto them, however, can only be accessed until their 20th year. Most of the Aryiks born have their werewolf side more prominent than their angel side, therefore, losing their powers. My hair was originally the same as you're, but I cut mine, killing its magic and changing it to black.

Lily was only four, she always wanted me to read her a bedtime story before bed. "Benny, Benny. Daddy told me a stowey. Let me tell it to you." She raced up to me and I scooped her up into my arms bringing her back to my room. "What story was it?" I asked freigning excitement. "It was the stowy about the pwincess... There once was a baby, her hair was as dark as night, her eyes a lighter shade of the deep blue sky, she was only six months old when she was taken from the palace. But the witch that stole her cast a spell so the princess would never be found and the witch was never seen again. Every year on the princess's birthday they still hold a huge ball and send off lanterns to try and gui

Their expressions all looked tense, with frowns furrowed and hardened jaws. "We need to start preparing because a major war seems inevitable," Father said. "Several kingdoms are experiencing crises simultaneously. The Eastern Kingdom is experiencing the massive civil war their land has ever seen. "The Southern Kingdom lost their next leader, who had been betrothed to the strongest Alpha in their kingdom. The man accused the King of doing it on purpose and threatened to remove him from his throne. The Western Kingdom is facing serious internal problems within its palace. I believe this is happening under the influence of outsiders," Father explained.

She convinced herself. “What did you do in the past two years if you chose me not the throne?” she asked. Austin stayed silent for some time before he opened his mouth. “The throne was given to my elder brother. But my father is on a deathbed. He only wanted to see me on the throne because of his promise to my mother. So, my brother was removed from his position. And we both started competing. The better gets the throne. I am better. I proved myself. I know I have to either choose you or the throne. I have no way of rejecting the throne.