Novel & Cerita First Blackfyre Rebellion

Deep beneath the charred remains of the Ash Crown’s temple, far beyond the reach of prayers or daylight, the stone floor pulsed, Slow Methodical. Boom. Boom. And from beneath, A crack formed Ash peeled away And inside A single eye blinked open. Not Kael’s, Not fully. Something else, A voice whispered: “The Phoenix burns bright. But every flame casts a shadow.” Auren, Sera, and Altheya poured over maps and scrying circles, The Ash Crown’s collapse had unsealed more than ancient ruins, Territories once protected by divine fire were exposed Factions were moving. The Fanged Order from the North had begun migrating south, The Iron-Blood Pact long thought dissolved had resurfaced. And whispers of

Instead, I went about chatting with whoever felt comfortable enough to stop their task for a minute or two and I dug for information on the blacks. I discovered that there were two sects of vampires. The ones who broke away in rebellion and made Jack their lord and king were called the whites and the originals who were evil and sinister were the blacks. I found this bit of information confusing, since I’d been told on Kurr that Jack was the king of all the vampires on earth and I didn’t remember Drake’s story of how Jack let the king he rose up against live and that king was in charge of a small band they called the blacks. They clarified and elaborated on Drake’s story. Jack was king of th

she said calmly, “or be left behind in the ash of your delusions.” Thorne chuckled darkly. “You think you can walk into my home and demand loyalty?” Lily raised her palm. The magic in her blood flared. The snow melted at her feet. “I don’t demand,” she said. “I command.” The sky above cracked with lightning. And just like that, the rebellion began. Lily They came at dawn. I sensed them first—wolf minds brushing against mine like ice-laced claws. No strategy. No order. Just hunger. Thorne’s wolves were feral, drunk on twisted loyalty and ancient blood rituals.

“And that love broke her.” Ari looked out across the valley. “I can’t afford to break.” Veda stood. “Then make sure the new Pact isn’t built on hope alone. Build it on truth.” The next morning, Seris’s scouts reached the forest perimeter. Her army followed. Thousands strong shifters, blood-forged beasts, and human zealots marked with silver burns across their chests. The ground shook with each step they took. Ari’s rebellion met them head-on. From the cliffs, arrows rained.

I commanded, my heart racing as I prepared for the worst. The air grew thick with tension as we took our positions, the flickering flames casting long shadows against the trees. I could see the Black Faes emerging from the darkness, their malevolent figures moving with an eerie grace. Baddy stood at the forefront, his wicked grin sending chills down my spine. "Did you really think you could keep us at bay forever?" he taunted, his voice echoing through the night. "The darkness has returned, and we will take what is rightfully ours!"

Finally, it collapsed with a thud, soon reverting to its human form, having lost the strength to maintain the wolf shape. Due to the throat wound, speaking was unclear for him. "Alisha, spare...spare me...I was...I was wrong…" "I refuse! You don't deserve any forgiveness!" "I...I'm your...your uncle…" "No, I don't acknowledge that!" I replied, looking into Joey's eyes with a hint of cruelty. Then, scanning the surroundings, I raised the whip in my hand and declared loudly, "I, Alisha Heimann, have defeated Joey today, reclaiming the throne rightfully belonging to my father Irwin before! From this day forward, I am the Alpha of the Black Furies! Anyone who opposes me, speak now!"

A hard training from the one and only Sir Damien Blackheart, the vampire who was once known as a noble class vampire, earned the nickname One-Man-Army. At first, Damien just wanted to ask the girl a few things back in the alley. But after seeing the figure of Anubis who inhabits the girl's soul, Damien changes his mind and feels like making him one of his people. Of course. Anubis was a divine figure in Ancient Egyptian mythology, and his potential on the battlefield was truly limitless. Bukkk~... Damien, who stopped, suddenly failed to be anticipated by the girl who had just hit his super hardback. "Ouch!~ ... why did you stop so suddenly?"

Liam asked giving Frederick a rough gaze. A long time ago, more of thirty-two centuries ago as the story goes, the supernatural world was filled with the wonderful creatures called ‘Phoenixes’. Their leader, Gabriel McFlame ruled over them all but there was a catch. Like the present situation that went on between Queen Alessia and the late lycan king, there were conspirators in their midst. Traitors who despised Gabriel and sought to end his existence. Seeing as phoenixes are naturally un-killable, they sought every way possible to counter those laws of nature and over throw him as the Emperor.

,said a tall black guard. "You, Vampire! Did you start the fire", shrieked King Felton. "Yes",he replied without hesitation. "You broke the treaty! We were not allowed to do any harm to each other's kingdom! Who commanded you to do it?!", shrieked the king "I was given the command by Prince Alfred , son of King Abner"said the Vampire,"King Abner is dead , Prince Alfred is the new king of Pamlivam. We take orders from him, and he has ordered us Vampires to finish you all"

My nails dug into my skin as I clenched my fists tighter. “But I am sure… this is where it began. Everything. Calista’s quest for power and the forbidden knowledge. And the enmity between the Zekes and Abners, which turned into enmity between the Abners and the Elffires.” King looked at me and Kian.