Ranni Not In Her Tower Novels & Stories

“I…didn’t expect you to see you both here!” Rima said while moving her eyes from Eren to the black-haired girl who, for some reason, came with him, carried by him to be exact, and landed on the terrasse of her castle, meeting the shadows lord’s eyes, she figured he wasn’t very pleased with her words as they sounded unwelcoming towards his girl.

After the departure of the Tar's Villagers from Mansion Rossie, Arren, Madam Rossie, and Clark were seen strolling around the mansion. Currently, they're in the flower garden. Looks like, Arren appears tired. "Arren, please have a sit," Madam Rossie said gently, instructing a servant to bring a chair behind them. "Thank you, Grandma ..." Arren said, then sat on the prepared chair. She glanced around, observing the serene and beautiful twilight atmosphere. Arren couldn't deny her admiration for this breathtaking view.

“Alpha Ronan requests your presence at the old watchtower. He said… to wear something warm.” Suspicion warred with a tired curiosity. Was this another strategic move? Another Alpha command dressed as a request? I went, bundling in a thick sweater. As I approached, I saw no fairy lights, no set table. Ronan stood at the edge of the broken stone platform, his back to me, looking out. He turned as I reached the top of the spiral stairs. “Thank you for coming.” I just nodded, waiting.

It called into question the ability of her Knights to protect her, especially if they couldn't even watch her environment properly. “Who was it? A knight??” Hurai quickly asked, already concluding in her mind that it was most likely a knight since, that was the most likely person for an intruder to kill. Again, another mommy of silence occurred one that annoyed Hurai greatly until she finally watched Allen open his mouth to speak. “It was Rena,” Allen announced. “WH…WHAT?” Hurai half-yelled in a slightly shrill tone before she shut her mouth and placed a blank expression on her face, shocked that her princess training would actually kick in, at such a moment.

Ruan looked at me, his face streaked with soot, his eyes wide with a mixture of terror and adoration. "I told you to stay put!" he rasped, grabbing my shoulders. "And I told you I'm not a spectator, Ruan!" I shouted back. "They’re coming for the throne! We have to push them back to the courtyard!" He didn't argue. He just nodded, his hand sliding down to grip mine for a split second. "Together then." We broke back into the main hall. The Phantoms had regained their footing, led by Vulture’s relentless fire. We pushed the assassins back, step by step, toward the main doors. It was a dance of death, a chaotic symphony of leather and lead.

"Quickly follow your Highness! Don't get left behind!!!" On the other side of the forest, Rania was dashing. She was out of breath; her feet were bleeding from not using anything. But she seemed to be being chased by something invisible; in the sky, the roar grew louder, and the aura of darkness was so dense that it made it difficult for anyone in the forest to see. Even though she stepped on a sharp branch, that didn't stop her from running; there was one thing Rania had to do. Rescuing the wizard tower master, that's what she did when he first woke up.

On top of the tower, Rowan was shaking as she felt her restraint beginning to fail. She turned and ran back to Delmar’s map room. Altha noticed her run off. “Where are you going?” she asked, feeling worried for her. She could not believe how serious this plight had become. Even Delmar was struggling to defend his people against the onslaught of the Domineers. They were storming the ground and the long catwalks, and they had the Ravennites vastly outnumbered.

The next day came with looming anticipation. It wasn’t precisely a bright day like the weather was empathic of the day to come and what was about to happen. It was partially gray in the skies. The blue sky was covered with the glum white clouds. There was no sun at sight. Rana was dressed in white robes as she walked to the high ground where she would be executed. Her arms were bound by tight ropes behind her. Two guards walked beside her as she was brought to the ground. She looked at the tall blade that hung above her.

🌒 Chapter Twenty-Four: The Alpha’s Vigil The storm had returned with Ragnar. Lightning crackled across the dark sky, illuminating the compound as rogues gathered like a black tide at the treeline, snarling, eyes glowing with madness. Raven stood at her balcony, the cold wind tearing at her hair, the bandage around her waist tight against the raw, wolfsbane-burnt wound beneath. Shadow snarled inside her, demanding release.

When he opened them again, they were on top of the castle. Arianna stood there, holding a single rope that marked his fate—one wrong move, and he’d fall from a 150-foot-high brick building. Toran convulsed. “Fuuucckk!!! Fuck!!” he screamed, not knowing what terrified him more—Arianna’s ghost or the fact that his bones were about to shatter on impact. “Missed me?” she asked, a devilish grin playing on her lips. • {Dragon realm} “Has mother sent a letter?” Rheal peeked through Lylah’s window. He did that every single day.