Falling Kingdoms Series Order Novels & Stories

IT HAS BEEN a week since the Vikings went on the raid that King Ragnar had told Sophie about and nothing much happened ever since. She heard that they were planning on raiding Paris whom a priest from Wessex had told King Ragnar about. She had never got the chance to meet that famous priest she had been hearing about yet, and she hoped she would once they were back if they ever made it back as she knew how strong the Franks were from the few months she had spent there with them.

"But the important thing is that we'll come out of this much stronger and much more united. And whoever betrayed you will have a horrible ending." "A lot happened before I got here." I began to explain. "And I'm pretty sure that the Kingdom of the Wizards is corrupted by the Necromancers." "So, so far we're fighting two Kingdoms. Lycan and Wizard." Victor smiled. I could feel his pleasure, a sadistic pleasure. "It's about time we expanded our territory." I agreed with Victor. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

I asked. "I can't." Wesley said. "I'll go." Jonah said. "Me too." Landon said. "I'm taking your sister." I said and Wesley's eyes widen. He looked like he's going to kill me. "Wait! Sister? What do you mean sister? Juliet? Isn't Juliet missing?" Justin asked completely confused. "What do you mean you're taking my sister? Don't tell me that you're going to make Calista believe that you already move on." "Smart boy, besides she owes me because she crashed my car."

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

The moon at its fullness readily shone on mountain Gaza. The whooshing whispers of the wind tore into every part of it. The mountain was readily situated at the center of five wolf kingdoms ; Azra, Ezra, Nitra , Yarna and Baduk. For every other night, it would have a lovely sight to behold the parts of the five kingdoms from the peak . But tonight, the case was totally different. The tension was high and uncertainty was the mood . Duncan , the alpha king of the most powerful kingdom, Azra, had begun a quest that was long buried. A quest to bring every other kingdom under his rule.

The book went on to explain how the world was created, how the kingdoms had been divided among them, and what magical powers existed in each kingdom. “The Mother appeared. She was created from pure love, devotion, and happiness. All her joy and love materialized and formed the world we know. The Mother divided the world into six parts. The Kingdom of Winter came first, with its tall mountains and northern location, a place of endless cold. The Kingdom of Darkness came next, farthest to the south, where the sun didn’t shine as brightly, and the stars shone the strongest. The Kingdom of Summer came third, where the sun shone the most, and the warmth filled and illuminated the kingdom. The Moth

Chapter 5: Marriage II Third Person’s POV The bright yellow hue of the horizon mellowed to orange as the sun slowly hid in the embrace of the clouds. The grand manor of the Valerius king family stood at the central territory of the Rogue capital along with the Cavalier king family and the Sanguis king family. The central territory is home to the nobles, generals and the wealthy citizens at the top of the Rogue kingdom’s hierarchy. The black ivory walls of the grand manor shone with a repressed authority.

The Primordial Darkness laughed as it drifted toward the largest rift. "You spent all your strength defending one kingdom." Its voice echoed through the palace. "While the rest of your world was left unguarded." Ariana tightened her grip on the First Blade. "You planned this from the beginning." "Of course." The creature spread its shadow across the broken walls. "Kings always believe the throne is the center of the world." "It never was." --- Eryndor slowly picked up his staff. His eyes remained fixed on the sky. "There were five sacred kingdoms."

“If you ask me, they’re the least of your problems.” “You think so?” I ask. She exhales and lowers herself to the floor, sitting directly in front of me. “Think about all the kingdoms in the world,” she starts. “Name the first three influential and ruthless ones that come to mind.” I do as she asks. “Friden, the kingdom of Vampires. Molbor, the kingdom of witches. And…” My breath stutters. “Thyrenna, Eboncrest. The kingdom of the Lycans.”

Then a low murmur; understanding dawning. Good. We moved fast after that, dispersing before dawn. Supplies were split, routes mapped. Messengers sent ahead to villages that had already learned to whisper my name. As we marched, I felt it again— that familiar, cold satisfaction settling beneath my ribs. This was how kingdoms fell. Not with firestorms. With doubt. I glanced eastward once, toward lands I could not see but could feel— where Gregon stalked his own designs, where Ava Varyn ran from a fate she never asked for.