Realm Of The Fallen Novels & Stories

Most entries were encoded. Numbers. Symbols. Coordinates. Then, halfway through the journal, one sentence had been written in plain English. As though Richard wanted someone to find it. Wanted someone to understand. Damian read it aloud. "If you're reading this... I failed." Silence settled over the abandoned station. He turned the page. Another sentence. "Never let the Vault fall into Arthur Voss's hands." Arthur Voss. The Founder. Richard knew. He had known all along. Then Damian reached the final page.

Every degradation, every man I had to service just to stay alive. "N-N-No, this can't be real. Ethan promised me he would take care of you." Serena collapsed, hands over her head, sobbing uncontrollably. It was only now, seeing all of it, that she understood how terribly wrong she had been. All she had wanted was to pull Caleb down from his pedestal and keep him under her thumb. "Caleb, I was wrong. I really was wrong. I didn't mean for it to go this far." She tore through the house looking for any trace that I had ever lived there. But everything was gone. My belongings, my clothes, even the wheelchair. Every single thing had vanished, as if Caleb Shore had never existed in this world at al

The journey into the high northern reaches was quiet, wrapped in an icy mist that clung to the needle-leaves of ancient pines like spun glass. Accompanied only by Vance and a light escort of ten vanguard riders, Cassian and Kira pushed deep into the frozen heart of the Old Royal Reach. Here, the ruins of the First Realm lay dormant under decades of snowfall. Towering, fluted marble columns—shattered during the Great Northern Collapse forty years ago—peeked through massive drifts like the ancient bones of a fallen giant, their intricate light-runes long buried beneath moss and frost.

There should be no more delay, he realized and he sped past the Ridge to another area indicated on the map as the Lair of the Fallen Drake with his Immortal-override Steps. He arrived at the mouth of the Lair before long. The Lair of the Fallen Drake was the final gauntlet leading to the upper levels of the Summit. The only way leading up, in fact, and it was guarded by a contrivance powered by both magic and mechanisms called the Rock of the Fallen Drake. No humans, not even a mage of the Apotheosis Realm, could destroy the Rock. Only the pass activates and deactivates the mechanism of the Rock that acted as a gateway. But that was also the reason that there were only a handful of guards he

She would definitely evolve rogue and it would cost the empire more life. suddenly, I could sense that multiple humans shroud me, so I pivoted to rubberneck around, and... armies enveloped me. They all directed their guns toward me and fired them. I made use of my speed to get around the bullets. I was going to withdraw then I heard his voice. "Hold your fire...It's the King of Wales" Prince Caden yelled from his dimension.

His steel bluish orbs zeroed on the figure who was crouching on the semi plastered rough floor, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her one knee touching the floor and the other just few centimetres above. His Angel!!! ***

"I don't even understand this realm that you speak of, and you are already taking me with stopping that man from taking what's naturally his? That's too big of a task. Marcellus hates me, and he is ashamed of me, I don't think I can fight for him not knowing if he was going to willingly going to feed me to the wolves." She smiled. "There are four realms; The moon realm, The blood realm, the gray realm and the forgotten realm. Millennials ago, we used to all live together, but we were at a bridge of war when a blood treaty caused us to separate. The barriers separating the realm was bound by a witch. The moon realm is for the werewolves, the blood realm; the vampires; the gray realm; witches.

“Interesting.” I forced myself upright, shaking violently. “What happens now.” He smiled slowly. “Now,” he said, “the realm decides whether you are strong enough to exist as you are.” The ground split open between us, a deep chasm tearing through the stone, glowing blue and endless. And something began to rise from it. Something old. Something bound. Something very angry. Kaden pulled me back. Kael bared his teeth. Aurelion watched with open fascination. And I realized, with sick clarity, that falling together had not saved us.

"I do not understand what is happening to me. I am a complete mess. Every time I think about this love—this forbidden, impossible love I feel for her—I am filled with frustration and conflict. I do not want to betray the Father, and I certainly do not want to betray Eron. But I cannot help what I feel. I am completely drowned and overwhelmed by these emotions." "I know you are strong enough to get through this, too," Ajal said firmly. "Just do not give in to despair. And above all… do not ever let yourself be carried away by the rush of your emotions alone." Ajal is a true friend and an exceptional guide. He always helps me see things clearly. He was also the one who told me about the existe

**Trigger Warning: contains coarse language, erotic scenes and cheating. I know cheating on a fated mate is not everybody's cup of tea in a werewolf novel, so I'm giving fair warning - I will add that it is only in one chapter, and there are hefty consequences** Cara sat on a park bench in a large, fenced off garden known as The Commons. It was a neutral zone between two werewolf packs; a place where both packs could mingle and co-exist without restrictions. She stretched her long, tanned legs out in front of her and tilted her head back, enjoying the feel of the sun’s warmth on her face.