Kingkiller Chronicle Novels & Stories

“Still, this turned out better. I’ll get rid of your bloodline once and for all. The world will be a better place without an abomination like you.” The red haze filled his vision, and a warning growl came from the darkest depths of him. Ryker stilled as if he had noticed what was happening. And then he rose so quickly that the chair crashed back into the table behind him. “You won’t win this one, Jackson King,” Ryker growled as he rushed to the table and picked up a sharp axe. “‘I’ll chop you down first and then your bastard kid.”

They all looked wonderful, her brothers looked so grown up. Alissa hung back to follow behind as they readied to leave but Kristen noticed her, “Why does she have to come?” The words stung Alissa. Kristen may look down at Alissa since the announcement she’d murdered her parents but the disdain and bile within her voice hurt. “The whole pack has to be there, I want no-one ruining my son's day.” Alpha Cain gave a hard stare to everyone, especially Alissa. She shrunk under his intense gaze, she had no intention of drawing attention to herself, she would happily not go to the ceremony but Alissa couldn’t argue with Alpha Cain’s demands.

Another set of thoughts was diving inside her and also she began to have a little fear building up inside her. "Wow, that little Draco must have a big fate ahead of him. I always knew he was something and I guess my instinct is proven right. I've heard of the legend of the white wolf also and he was the strongest of our kind. I would even say he was the Alpha king" Erica intervened. "So Draco is the Alpha king?" Ana asked. "It seems both our sons are destined for greater things" Elsie who was quiet and lost in deep thought finally voiced it. She was gazing blankly at the window ahead of her.

In his hand, he held a lever connected to a massive array of mirrors aimed at a dark, central pit. "You are a day early, girl," Fenris said, his voice calm but lethal. "But it matters not. The light has already done its work. Your King is no longer a wolf. He is barely a man." He pulled the lever. A beam of concentrated sunlight, focused through a dozen silver lenses, slammed into the pit. A cry of pure, unadulterated agony ripped through the air. Killian’s voice. The sound broke something inside me. The Healer was gone. The Surrogate was dead.

Kane pushed open the heavy doors, leading her inside. Her father was already waiting. He sat in one of the massive chairs near the fireplace, golden eyes sharp with expectation. She barely shut the door before he spoke. “Tell me everything.” She exhaled, pacing the room as she recounted what she had seen. The war. The dark god that couldn’t be killed. The First Lycan King and her ancestor sealing it away. Killian’s expression hardened. “This god of darkness,” he said slowly. “Did it have a name?”

Bryan said finally and Malachi looked shocked. “Kiran’s not sadistic,” he said as he stared at Bryan. There had to be some mistake. This was not his son. “He was, Malachi. He was different, magic is changing him and if he doesn’t stop using this kind of magic, he’ll kill himself. You only get so many chances in Helheim,” Bryan said and Malachi glared at him. “What are you talking about? Is he dying?” Malachi asked him, his hands shaking. He turned to look at Jessica but she lowered her gaze to the floor. She wasn’t going to be the one to tell him that I was basically already dead.

The dark side…Caitlin already foresaw the things that possessed her and she was trying to cut her energy off from it, but when she was killed, there was no one to continue it, and now, the people of Cinderville brought this upon themselves. The boy, whose name is Blake, watched in shock as the one who was supposed to save everyone, was now the one killing them. Aiden has never been mistaken for once and he already prepared them for the coming of the Chosen One, which was Kyra. He sent him to bring her because he knew the time was near, but what he said about her was not what he was witnessing right in front of him. Was he perhaps, mistaken? A man pleaded for his life while crawling away and

she inquired, her curiosity piqued. Count Rufus turned to his daughter, and with a slight nod, Azaroth stepped back, allowing him to address Erica. "It seems, my dear, that the halfling you sired, Alex, has attracted the attention of a celestial being named Lysandra. She claims that he holds a unique connection to cosmic forces, an energy that intertwines light and darkness." Erica's eyes widened with surprise and intrigue. "A celestial being? How is that even possible? I didn't sense anything out of the ordinary when I turned him into a vampire."

I’m in the council chamber in under thirty seconds, still in his T-shirt and panic. The others are already there. Seras’s armor is half-on, sunrise flickering like a broken neon sign. Lucian’s wings are mantled so hard the air burns. Rowan’s grimoire is bleeding ink. Kayo’s tails are lashing hard enough to cut glass. Nerida’s tentacles are black holes, swallowing light. Kael Stormrider is the one who says it out loud. Kael (voice flat, lethal): “Xibalba. Death-lord faction.

I was fifteen when the Death King came for us. With a mighty black dragon and the ability to command the dead, he raised an army of our fallen soldiers to fight for him—and conquered us in the night. My father, King Laurier of Scorpion Valley, couldn’t stop him. I tried to flee but came face to face with the man in black armor, the man who looked more like a god than a human. Instead of killing me, he chose to show me mercy…but it didn’t feel like mercy.