Fallen Throne Novels & Stories

I'm afraid your dad might die of a heart attack if you don't give him any calls. 'Yeah Yeah.' The conversation carried on and I fell asleep on the sofa watching Barbie of Swan Lake. it was 2 am and I woke up and headed to the underground fighting arena. God, I love beating the shit out of men. Tonight's prize was 500k for the last man standing. I entered the arena and out my name on the ballot and placed it into a box. Eventually I was called out. Fight after fight. Only meant victory after victory. 'Tonight's doghouse champion is Rosaline Danvers.'

The throne room turned into ruins: the roof collapsed, the brazier fires engulfed the throne and the entire hall, covering it in ashes, and the marble statues melted like ice in a fire. "18 th and 19 th . When the night meets the dawn - one will stand one fall." Faithwinder floated very close to Cedric, looming over him. "Now you are the messenger of the Gods. You are a sword that strikes. You are the last hope. Use the power of Corvus and the Cosmic Eclipse to overthrow your father and destroy the Empire. Rise." Cedric was blinded by the moonlight. The throne room vanished, and he was sitting on the cold floor of a small room filled with old scrolls. Before his face was Alaric's painting.

The car drove slowly toward the bustling, sinful heart of New Haven. It was an empire that belonged entirely to me. I raised my right hand, wearing the ring of power. Looking at my cold reflection in the window, I curved my lips. A man’s love is worthless. Only absolute power never betrays.

Natalia said. Her layered, royal voice did not carry the aggressive volume of a standard Alpha command, yet the sheer, ancient dominance behind it made the air in the room grow heavy, forcing Marcus’s head down even further. "My Queen..." Marcus gasped out, his voice thin, raspy, and thoroughly broken by the suffocating weight of her aura. "I was... I was misinformed. Lord Cassian sent word from the Western borders that the Northern Crown had fallen into complete ruin. He claimed an Omega mutt had usurped the throne using dark magic, and that the Royal Legions were mutinying. We did not know... we did not comprehend that the First Blood had truly returned to the world."

A thin fracture raced through the silver thorns, spidering outward like lightning frozen in metal. The glow in Selene’s eyes dimmed, not extinguished but softened, as if something ancient had been exhaled. With a gasp that wasn’t quite her own, Selene reached up, her fingers trembled as they touched the crown, and it shattered. Fragments of it fell like razor petals, vanishing before they hit the dais. Selene slumped forward in the throne, the illusion folding in on itself. Her cloak dissolved into soot. The throne crumbled with a long, groaning sigh, shedding centuries of stillness in a heartbeat.

It was said that the first true immortal, the being known as the Fallen Angel, had been cast down from the heavenly skies after a vile betrayal orchestrated by his own celestial brethren out of petty jealousy and greed. "Yeah, I know that one," Killian piped up with a casual air, leaning back in his chair as he propped one bare foot up on the table. His grey eyes danced with a hint of mischief as he launched into his own blunt retelling. "Dude was supposed to be next in line for the big throne up in the sky realm or whatever. Basically, the heir apparent to the whole celestial kingdom and unlimited power, yadda yadda. But then some shady shit went down, and he got framed for treason by some

“What?” The Alpha’s maw curled back, exposing teeth like jagged moonlight. “The throne you sit upon was never yours. Never theirs. It was ours—caged, stolen, and forged from our bones. The Shadow Rulers were cowards who bound us to feed their hunger. And now you dare wear their crown.” The words hit like a blow. Serena’s chest tightened, her hands trembling as the truth cracked open beneath her. The throne wasn’t her inheritance. It wasn’t even her curse. It was a theft.

Perhaps Caden wasn’t gone—perhaps he was just waiting, as the world itself seemed to wait, for a thread of hope to reach him. Outside, the storm that had begun when Lena’s betrayal shattered the kingdom still raged on. Zorana had been thrown into turmoil, but Lena’s power was waning—her grip on the throne slipping. The palace, once a shining beacon of royal authority, now stood as a scarred and broken monument to the consequences of greed, betrayal, and ambition.

“Your what?” said Dane, incredulous. “Mate,” said Cara, staring at Lucas in shock. Dane felt like the ground beneath him was shaking, as though at any minute it would crack and send him plummeting downwards. Everything was falling apart. Not only was he not appointed Beta, he was so far down the ranking he was a nobody. To top it all off, the love of his life had finally found her mate, and it was the guy who’d screwed him over.

It didn’t matter in the face of death. My head jerked to the right, founding the blade glistening. Looking at him, my hand reached for the blade. One second, two seconds, three seconds… “When you wake up in the other world, you’ll be thanking me, Winter.” And I struck the blade to his face, eliciting a roar from him. Bang~ The door to my doom opened, and so many people dragged me like I was nothing. Their eyes scrutinized me as if I was a skilled killer. A scream echoed throughout the path. Gone was the respect in their eyes. What I am now is just a fallen Luna.