John Gwynne Faithful And The Fallen Novels & Stories

The truth about Lucas. The truth about Ariana. And the promise I made to help her fight for what was rightfully hers. Now that trust had become my greatest mistake. I slowly lifted my eyes toward Frank. He stood beside Lucas as if nothing had happened. As if he had not destroyed every bit of trust I once had in him. My chest felt heavy. “How long?” I asked quietly. Neither of them answered immediately. “How long have you been working with him?” I repeated, this time looking directly at Frank.

The True Court was broken. Faith fell to the ground. The silver light left her body, leaving her pale and exhausted. The moonstone necklace was shattered. The silver keys were melted. Killian walked over to her, his human form returning. He was covered in blood, Thomas’s blood, but he was alive. He gathered Faith into his arms, sobbing with relief. “It’s over,” he whispered. “You did it.” Faith looked at her hands. They were normal again. No glow. No power. Just skin and bone. She looked at her mother, who was being helped up by Leo.

"I know you are tired but please wake up." Faith dropped what she was carrying and went closer and touched Gwen's forehead and nose. "I'm no expert but I believe she is dead." "Don't you ever say that!" Kira yelled, touching the part that was not covered in clothes and noticed how cold Gwen's body is. "Quickly, tell one of the guards to summon the healer here right now." "Yes my Lady." Faith said, running out of the room to do as she was ordered. *** Borderline of Altamon:

Lily literally falls for every hot dude she meets either in good circumstances or bad ones. “He is the Bratva’s first son, Vincenzo Salvatore De Luca.” My jaw ticked and my fingers dug into my palms, almost drawing out blood at the mention of his name. “Oh my gosh! He is so hot!” “Let’s go, Lily. I need to speak to Dad.” I walked past the dreamy girl, who wished she could have Vincenzo towering over her while whispering sweet nothings into her ear. But she had no idea that the devil does none of that.

Minister Coltain brings us front and center of the rebel group, directly across the prairie from Alexander. “You will surrender the crown,” Minister Coltain calls across the gap. “Never!” Alexander calls back. His voice is a comfort I hadn’t realized I spent so many days taking for granted. Then Minister Coltain pushes me off the horse. I let out a high-pitched, guttural cry as my good shoulder takes the brunt of the fall. I’m sure it’s better to have fallen on my less injured side than the casted one, but the only thing I can think about in this moment is the searing pain winding around my shoulder, radiating down to my fingertips and up to my temple.

“Watch everything. Trust no one. Not tonight.” The figure paused, hesitation in its step, then retreated into the fog. But the tension didn’t fade. My chest heaved, mind racing with fear and exhilaration. He turned to me, eyes smoldering. “You see? Even the past… even the lies… they follow us. But it doesn’t matter. Because fire… fire consumes all.” “Even me?” I whispered, voice trembling. “Even my heart, my mind… my everything?” “Yes,” he murmured, fingers brushing my cheek, pulling me closer. “Because once you surrender… fully… there’s no turning back. And you… you’ve already surrendered.”

NOELLE'S POV, I see something gold flying towards us, and I realize it is Thorn. When he comes closer, I can see Faith, Zeus, and Nolan are on his back. I hold Gabriel close to me while Thorn lands. They all come running towards us and Faith falls down on the ground to look at Gabriel. She lets her hands go over his body and I have never seen her look this serious. "We have to get him home and dry," she shouts. Zeus and Nolan hurry towards us and pick him up. I don't want to let go of him, so I keep holding his hand while they carefully put him on Thorn. Zeus looks at all the dead bodies cautiously. "We should go quickly before more will come," he says.

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

“All the Halflings will live. Grand Chamberlain, call the commandant of the imperial fallen angels, Commandant Demonyo.” GONE WAS Gabriel the Faithful beside them. He raced to his original spot where he was meant to be, at the side of the Halfling prince. After all, he would let the members of the Trilateral Court saw the faux death of Lucifer’s kin. The moment the gates closed, Maleficent pulled Dagger with her into the arena. The Halfling prince, Maleficent the Glutton, Levi the Envious, Dagger, Gabriel the Faithful, and dozens of dozens assassins were left in the arena.

His only sin was to follow Gwen’s orders. “I said let them go,” Xael roars, making everyone shake with fear. “You must be proud of yourself, Xena. You just got an innocent guard killed.” I don’t bother defending myself to Fiona. “You can all see how she bewitches my mate. He is even kneeling before her. Where have you ever seen an alpha do that? Look at his nostrils, they are bleeding,” Gwen tells everyone. It feels like the full moon all over again. They had managed to convince everyone that I was a witch until Ryan showed up.