Legends Of The Fall Novels & Stories

“Ma’am… that was the third major client this morning.” Sophia didn’t respond right away. Her fingers slowly tightened around the edge of her desk. “Say that again,” she said quietly. The assistant swallowed nervously. “They’re saying the company is collapsing… that our funding has been pulled… and that anyone who stays with us will suffer losses.” Sophia’s eyes darkened. “That’s ridiculous.” “I know,” the assistant replied quickly. “But the rumors are spreading faster than we can contain them.” Sophia turned toward the glass wall overlooking the office floor.

Chapter 97: The Final Countdown The tension in the air was thick. Days had passed since the meeting where Ethan and Olivia had pledged to take down Nicholas Gray, but the storm was only getting fiercer. Their investigation had unearthed more secrets than they anticipated, and with each discovery, the stakes became higher. They were no longer just fighting for control of the empire, they were fighting for survival.

I stared ahead but paid attention to their conversation. "So what's this prophecy?" Jissa in her normal inquisitive nature, asked. "When Silver meets Gold, when White meets black," Miranda replied and I could almost hear what was going on in Jissa's mind. "How's that a prophecy? So incomplete, in my books," she said. "What would happen if these colors or stones meet each other?" She added to my amusement. My best friend could be a clown sometimes. "That's when the great war of the supernaturals would happen," Miranda broke it and I stopped abruptly.

Drew was in there. He came and went like clockwork now—clean cut, polished, punctual. A man who used to live in the shadows but now walked like he owned the damn sun. She watched him for two days. No crew. No muscle tailing him. Just a steady flow of young guys coming in and out of the gym, laughing, sweating, training. Too clean. Too easy. She wasn’t buying it. Drew didn’t leave the game. People like them didn’t get a graceful exit not without burying bodies or burning bridges. And Drew? He was the kind who left others to carry the torch while he lit cigars with hundred dollar bills.

Because tonight, I wasn’t just burying Matteo’s legacy—I was ending it. For good. I stood at the head of the long oak table in what used to be the estate’s war room. The men seated around it weren’t friends. They weren’t allies. They were the last of Matteo’s loyalists, the remnants of his rule, the ones who had been clinging to the power he’d left behind like vultures picking at a corpse. But the corpse was gone. And so was their time.

Drake held his head trying to calm the raging anger he was feeling, “Alright, but I need some time to cool down. What are you doing here anyway?” Alexis smiled at Drake, “We decided to help you and Angel any way we can. We’ve gotten some people together to help you all. We’ve all heard the stories of your and Angel’s heroic deeds. You all can come out now! He’s okay now!” Just then more people came out of the bushes. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Drake nods at them, “Okay everyone! Let's go into town and get supplies; we head out at dawn.” Everyone leaves to go get supplies for the long trip. Drake then grabs the dead soldiers and reads their last few days of life. Then he

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

she didn’t know it. The opaque eyes stared at her with a certain surprise and a little indignation, it was almost as if he screamed in her mind 'how dare you not know my name?', but still, he replied. He responded in a cold and troubled way, as if he did not present himself to another being... for millennia. "Kalias" he said with a husky and heavy voice "I am Kalias, the fallen alpha of montdust". Kalias. The name seemed to resonate in the mind of the girl, Kalias who came from Kalos and meant... beauty.

Themis Pov I was tired of falling. I have been falling for what felt like hours now because since Kastav sent us into the portal he created, I have not been able to stop falling. My only consolation is that Orel and my son has been on the same length as me, no one of us ever leaving the same length so we could keep each other in the same eyesight. That should have been the first marker for me but I had ignored it. We stopped shouting when the fall did not stop and even started conversing and that was when something different happened.

This was senseless, his screams were long, and my curiosity overpowered my fear when I looked out the frosted window. My fingertips burned, my head pulsed, and I was so ashamed because I was so hungry, terribly hungry. My mouth salivated when I saw the driver pulled apart. Two masked men in large, white fur coats with mud on them, rubbed along their bodies to camouflage into the forest tore his ligaments apart.