The Fallen House Of Ardan Romane & Geschichten

The forest watched them go. Behind them, the Vale burned brighter. And somewhere within that storm of rising power, Ardan lifted his face to the dawn and smiled— as if he could already feel them coming

He clutched a massive black mace. With her visor on her face, Charlotte didn't feel completely abandoned. The house's knights were either killed or dragged away by their steeds' wildness. Legolas the elf, faithful beyond fear, stood still as he noticed, and he grieved, for he had loved her. Aradan had already been carried completely unscathed behind him throughout the charge until the Shadow arrived, and then a horse had lobbed them in his fear and panic, and now started to run wild across the plain. Aradan crept on all fours like a bewildered beast, and he was blind and ill from the terror.

“Rise to your feet, Ardin. You have served me well.” Byron voiced while I was shaking furiously. I got to realize that Ardin hasn't been talking because he finally realized his mistake. His confession was all part of a plan. I couldn't just stay still anymore. I yearned to kill and avenge my parent and now that the lock has been broken, I could freely chase revenge… and the best part was, I had access to my full abilities as the last living member of the original House Of Kings. “You thought you could win, Kovan but the truth is, I have always been three steps ahead of you.” Byron announced.

“You’ll learn what your dead parents couldn't teach you.” The smell of burning flesh filled the room. Derek watched with satisfaction, his smirk returning as Arden’s cries echoed through the mansion. And in that moment, Arden knew. No matter how much he tried to endure, no matter how much he tried to stay invisible, this house would always be a prison. ~~~~~~~~

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

All I can hear a bird chirping. Then I winched as I feel someone grab my wrist. "Babe don't do this? I know you love me right?" He said to me and try to kiss me. But I kneel him between his legs making him scream for pain. I run and I saw a door, thank God it's opened. I went outside and my eyes immediately wander. I saw a big tree and hide from there. I saw him almost reaching me and I began to move but the next things I see I am in the edge of a cliff. I can see him getting near me and I'm running out of choice. So I decide to better jump and die than to be rape by a creepy stalker.

*** 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.

I'm afraid your dad might die of a heart attack if you don't give him any calls. 'Yeah Yeah.' The conversation carried on and I fell asleep on the sofa watching Barbie of Swan Lake. it was 2 am and I woke up and headed to the underground fighting arena. God, I love beating the shit out of men. Tonight's prize was 500k for the last man standing. I entered the arena and out my name on the ballot and placed it into a box. Eventually I was called out. Fight after fight. Only meant victory after victory. 'Tonight's doghouse champion is Rosaline Danvers.'

"So stay sharp, watch for me, and remember your promise as I will remember mine to you." He nodded, determination burning in his gaze. “I’ll watch everything, my lady. For you." As I turned back toward the mansion, satisfaction coiled warm in my chest. Aragorn and his precious wife thinks themselves untouchable, but they have no idea their empire was already crumbling... from within, at the hands of those he had stepped on for far too long. And I was the one loosening every stone.

“Leilani Selwyn.” I nodded once, eyes wide, praying he wouldn’t notice the way my hands trembled. “That’s a bloodline I haven’t heard before.” “Oh, um, yeah. We’re… not very big. Pretty obscure, actually. Northern region. Highlands. We don’t get involved much. Traditionalist values. Very quiet. We keep to ourselves.” He didn’t blink. And you’re associated with which house?” he asked after a beat. “Within Ashwood.” “Ardenfall,” I said, too fast. Too practiced. I didn’t know if it was a real house or not—I just remembered the name from an old Academy ledger I’d glanced at in the library once.