Falling Kingdoms Book Novels & Stories

“That was the only part you heard, father? I just said that my castle was raided.” “I know, son. But, I raised you, and very well might I add.” He sent me a smirk. “When I allocated to you and your brother’s the different castles of the world, I said that I’d let you all handle your affairs independently, only offering to be called in in an advisory capacity.” Ambrose did give us complete autonomy over our various kingdoms, so much so that he rarely visits us, unless its’s necessary, like now. No wonder Andre has killed half the human population in his Kingdom.

He incites my anger, makes me question everything I believe in, and he tempts me with the forbidden. [A Kingdom…] Through the Queen's mistakes and the King's inability to control his anger, a fallen kingdom is rising once more, determined to take back what they believe is theirs through violence and vengeance. They are called the Kingdom of Avsky. Alkhemi isn't just occupied by Vampires, Werewolves and Sin's little creations, there are other things that lurk in the background, affecting everything that happens to everyone. Like someone once told me, "There are other people in this Kingdom. It is not just the fallen angel, the Vrys, Lucian City, the human-like creatures, and then Luca. There

This didn't go unnoticed by Roy and his lips thinned, fingers pausing from turning over the pages—to see Monroe smirking slyly. Roy avoided the deliberate probe from Monroe, sneakily shifting his chair closer to Jeremy, so that their arms brushed each other—whenever they moved. Jeremy, unaware of Roy's doing, decided to take out his own book for studying. A book with black cover, fairly thick and very warmly coloured illustration of a man in ancient greek clothes, adorned the front. Translated by Mary M. Innes, Ovid's Metamorphosis, it said. Monroe took a glance at the book, Jeremy put on the table and curiously propped up from her seat, to read the title.

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issue with that. Rest I could guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books which are completed until now if interested do give a look over them. Her Unloved Mate Winning My Mate Back I Belong to Him Can't Help Falling in Love. My Bride is Not a Human

"You shouldn't feel bad Ranulf got this kingdom practically handed off to him. King Eustace was the true king who had built this kingdom to its glory, King Arkael was chosen after his death, then King Ranulf was obviously the ruthless choice after King Arkael..." Again she was filling me with unnecessary information, but by that day I had learned to skim her words, mostly just by looking at her. She was a succubus after all, and her beautiful features alone can make me look at her for the longest time. Then there was her intoxicating scent. I was trying to get up, I was feeling the boredom and was ready to leave the palace. "Where do you think you're going?" "To get Rain back..." "Forget abo

Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat There was a time when heroes roamed between the Four Great Cities. They fought for kingdoms and princesses and they lived and died by their valour. Or so the stories say. The way the minstrels sing it, everyone had a swashbuckling good time. Nowadays, buckles are rarely swashed. All the great beasts have been slain, all the great treasures unearthed. Princesses are few and far between — the ones worth fighting over, anyway — and the kingdoms have been divvied up between the sons of so

"How do you mean? I mean..... if he's so powerful and dangerous, how can he not know where I am? What if he finds me and kills me? I really don't want to die!" "We have strong protective wards here, Alanna dear. Besides, he can't sense us because we are in an entirely different realm; a realm of ash and fire" she whispers and my heart sinks. "You mean there's another realm apart from the the monster's kingdom?" I ask, my eyes wide. Inwardly, my heart is thudding madly and I really can't believe that she's falling for my presence and drama. "Of course there is. But you really don't need to concern yourself with that" she responds and my smile falters. I was so close to figuring out how to lea

Nyra’s POV On the morning of my wedding, Emberfall looked like it had decided to become a dream. Not a soft dream. Emberfall was never soft in the way ordinary kingdoms might be. It still had black volcanic stone beneath its beauty. Gold veins still ran through the walls like trapped fire. Steam still rose from distant vents, and controlled channels of heat still glowed beneath carved grates in the courtyards. Dragons still passed across the sky, their wings cutting through morning light like ancient things that had never once asked the world for permission to exist.

“This isn’t the original one.” “What do you mean?” “The original book disappeared decades ago.” “So... this is just a copy?” “One of the few remaining actually.” He opened the book slowly. Most of its pages had faded with time. Some had been torn away entirely. Others were covered with stains that looked disturbingly like dried blood. Serafina felt an odd ache in her chest. As though she had seen this book before. But still, it feels impossible for her. Darius turned several pages. “This kingdom was called Blood Moon.”

Good, because this has has to sharpen us I rise, brushing dirt from my cloak. Around me, the rogues watch more closely now. Curiosity has edged into interest. “They think the story is finished,” I say, letting my voice carry. “They think love won. That the Moon smiled and all debts were paid.” A few scoff. A few lean in. “But kingdoms don’t end with coronations,” I continue softly. “They end with blood or they don’t end at all.” Someone laughs, though it was low, but vicious. “You’re talking rebellion.”