Patrick Rothfuss Kingkiller Chronicles Book 3 Novels & Stories

Book #1: The Alpha King Ugly Bride Book #2: His Forbidden Mate Book #3: The Alpha King Runaway Bride Book #4: The Alpha King's Last Wish. Please read in this order This is the last book of the series. Thank you for staying around for it. Attention!! For distinction purposes, the slave army will be referred to as slaths in this book. Thank you for staying around this long. Happy reading. Three months ago "Fada!" Lyon called, running down the stairs to where King Xavier stood beside his carriage, which had just brought him home. Queen Mia followed behind the little boy with a smile, holding the baby boy in her hand.

Quickly, his eyes skim the first few lines below the name—ancient, devours without end, cannot be contained, bloodthirsty, dangerous— “What are you doing here?” Kieran snaps his head so fast at the sound of the voice to find Alpha Dagon; the man’s dark eyes flicker between Kieran’s face and the page of the book. He immediately walks over and slams it shut. He snatches it off the table and securely into his locker. Kieran raises a questioning brow. “What’s that?” Dagon waves his hand dismissively and sinks into his seat. “Nothing you should be concerned with. What are you doing here?”

“It’s like the temple itself is watching us.” Bram rolled his shoulders. “Then let it watch. We don’t have time to be scared of walls.” They walked in tense silence until the passage opened into another chamber, this one vast and lined with towering obelisks. At its center stood a pedestal, atop which lay a worn book bound in deep blue leather. The air around it shimmered, as if resisting their presence. Elior approached cautiously. “The First King’s records.” Rael furrowed his brow. “He knew about the chains. Maybe he knew what breaking them would do.”

Her amber depths growing misty with happiness. "No. Thank you, my dragon queen. You have given me all I've ever wanted in life. I love you so much, Rie." Forgetting the people around them, in their perfect world despite the trials hovering on the horizon, she tilted her head and kissed him with all the passion in her heart and soul. "And I love you, my dragon king." Bringing his hand on her still flat belly. "I love you both." ________________ Book Three: His Symphony will also be available at GoodNovel, soon. Thank you for your support, babies!

“You forget, Luthias, that he died while battling my mother. Sure, humans were there, but it was a mutant-vampire who killed him. I understand the sense of loss you and the kingdom must be feeling right now. I realize Charles hadn’t really planned on me actively partaking in the running of his kingdom, but the fact remains that I am… was… his wife and therefore his successor and your queen. I hope in time you’ll accept this and even be happy about it.” I nudged Luthias as an indication for him to resume leading me down the broad, stone lined corridor. Our footsteps echoed as our heels struck the thick slate floor with graceful determination. We were each too consumed with our own though

So I uploaded it immediately before my brain tried to betray me again. Will there be a Book Three? Well… maybe in a year, maybe in a month, maybe never. Evil author giggle. 🤭✌️ If you made it to the end, just know I love you more than Juan loves control. Thank you for reading, screaming, crying, and surviving this mess with me. Book Three: The Mafia’s Queen (coming… whenever it decides to come.) For now… let me rest. I’ve earned it. 😭❤️

I managed to whisper through the pain and fear. **Kiran's story continues in The Lupian Chronicles: Fire (Book 3)

Chapter 7 Harper The coffee in my hand had gone cold somewhere between Drake explaining that Dominic was in a medically induced coma and him telling me that the Council was already drafting language to classify Marcus's attack as "evidence of demonic contamination spreading through Midnight Moon's leadership structure." I hadn't drunk it since.

“Consider it done, my king.’ Roderick affirmed and his mental presence winked out of my mind. If nothing else, the greatest gift of being the vampire king is being able to converse with my subjects no matter how far away they were from me. Opening the fridge, I pulled out coffee flavored liqueur, a bottle of vodka and milk. All the ingredients I will need to make white Russian. The girl didn’t like wine, hated beers with a passion, but her favorite drink has ten percent alcohol in it. This cocktail is a perfect reflection of who Josie is as a person. A walking ball of contradiction. “If you have something to say, I suggest you spit it out.” I demanded of the seething body that had slipped in

“Ruin opened the passage for me, and that’s how I found Ash. I found one of these in the Elffire mansion as well. And I am sure Joshua has access to them as well. Although I think he has memorized all these patterns now and even others which he used against Illumi to destroy the portal. And he can draw these in the air with the strokes of his fingers. He does even need the quill and ink.” “Good goddess,” King let out a sigh, sitting on the chair as he held his head. “Where did you get this book?” Carys asked. “Raphael. Raphael brought it to me. He was monitoring your mother secretly, even when I told him not to, because that was taking a severe toll on his mental health. He told me every ans