Ring Of The Fallen God Novels & Stories

She felt an itch on her palm as she placed her hand on his, watching him closely. Gin stared at the black ring on her index finger. The moment his skin touched the band, he felt a burn, stinging him with pain. What his brother Augutus told him was right. He instantly felt the rage and power from it. It was a witch’s ring, the infamous Sadraka’s band of protection. He gently let go of her hand, quickly keeping his burned skin under the table.

Another cough cut him off, locking the words in his throat. “But we are all pieces in the games the Moon Goddess plays. She chooses who to sacrifice, and who to lead to her ultimate goal, and she has chosen men of the same blood to play her games this time, to dance to the song she sings. You are the one, you are the Rise and the Fall. That is what you are, Jayden. The Rise and the Fall.” Jayden could have sworn he did not understand what the man was saying. Were they words spoken in the throes of death?

she smiled slowly, “uncover where they’ve been hiding.” I swallowed. Great. She stepped onto the enchanted dais, her voice calm but commanding. “Today, we begin where everything began… with the Thirteen Fallen Gods.” With a graceful flick of her hand, the wall behind her shimmered to life. A constellation of glowing symbols pulsed into place. The Thirteen Fallen Gods & Their Bloodlines "From their ash, we rose. From their blood, we were born."

The bubble of reality around them shrank, the screaming chaos pressing in closer. Figures began to form in the vortex. Vast, shadowy shapes of impossible geometry. Eyes of cold fire. Wings of shattered glass and smoke. They were not fully in the world yet, but their presence was enough to warp the air, to make the stones of the chapel bleed black ichor. The Fallen Pantheon was arriving. “See?” the man Kael whispered, his eyes wide with fanatical joy. “See their glory?” Lyra was sobbing, her hands over her ears. “Make it stop! Make the bad song stop!”

The divine burst hit against it, dispersing into nothing but harmless strands of starlight that melted into the darkness. The world exhaled. And in that quiet the ground that sat beneath them started to awaken. In the distance, deep in the woods of Green Fall Pack, the Tree of Life trembled. The sacred tree, old, holy had been besieged. Rogues, blood-crazed and corrupted, had formed a circle around it, scratching at its roots, their bodies infested with black veins. The moon goddess let her expiremented rouges go and bring chaos to the realms. But now....

“Kael—if you do this—” “I know,” he said. The ring overhead fractured. Cracks of blinding light split its surface as the convergence destabilized, the system no longer centered solely on Aria. The Second God roared. “No! You were never meant to carry this!” Kael screamed as his knees buckled, blood spilling from his nose, his ears, his mouth. His vision filled with fire and shadow and infinite doors slamming open at once. But he did not let go. The world twisted.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

I was lost in trance, lost in a world of my own with the sound of my heartbeat the only thing I could hear and feel. But, then again, it lasted only for a few seconds before a voice filled with whimper and pain pulled me out. Rough and harsh without any care. “I…won’t die alone, Vincenzo.” The voice muttered, his voice trembling and filled with so much anguish and resentment. “I must kill your wife. I have to carry out my duty assigned to me by the Italian Mafia.” After the voice, came a hand, filled with blood reaching out to me. Fear shot through my spine as I instinctively crawled backwards, away from the red hand covered in blood.

hieroglyphs of a forgotten language. Vuolas put a part of his immortal essence into this armor, which gave it extraordinary properties. After the tragic death of Vuolas, the armor was kept in various places and by different owners until they were stolen by vampires, thereby returning them to their rightful owners. The ring of attraction was made by an unknown alchemist during the Middle Ages, he was a fanatical vampire hunter, along with a team of inquisitorial mercenaries, killed henchmen and young vampires. The ring possessed immense telekinetic energy, surpassing even the powers of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or

The Alpha King was doing his best to contain the wolf and cougar in him that is snarling in rage at the mention of the lab facility that ruined their lives. The calmness and restfulness he has been feeling all morning have disappeared like the wind because of the discussion at hand. "Fúck, those monsters." Head Sentinel Rodarh growled angrily too. "I heard the culprit that lost the ring and made us all a target is here in our land. That ring is a grand mark of the Changelings, but now it has fallen into the hands of those mónsters again, revealing us to them. Again. Who is that person that caused this?"