The Fallen House Of Ardan Novels & Stories

Minister Coltain brings us front and center of the rebel group, directly across the prairie from Alexander. “You will surrender the crown,” Minister Coltain calls across the gap. “Never!” Alexander calls back. His voice is a comfort I hadn’t realized I spent so many days taking for granted. Then Minister Coltain pushes me off the horse. I let out a high-pitched, guttural cry as my good shoulder takes the brunt of the fall. I’m sure it’s better to have fallen on my less injured side than the casted one, but the only thing I can think about in this moment is the searing pain winding around my shoulder, radiating down to my fingertips and up to my temple.

He hit the wall with a thud then that caused Jasmine to worry and cover her mouth. “Xavier!” She screamed for him, about to run until one of them grabbed her arm. Something happened. Something pulsated with its touch like a ticking time bomb ready to explode. Jasmine turned to look at the Guild member as the Guild member looked upset at her. A force unknown to Jasmine ignited and pushed Jasmine and the Guild yards apart from each other. Jasmine went flying into the basement falling down the stairs from the drawback force.

Wind moved quietly through the branches overhead while dead leaves crunched beneath my boots. I hadn’t realized how suffocating Nightbane had begun to feel until now. Too many walls. Too many secrets. Too much him. My steps slowed as a familiar cabin finally came into view between the trees. Warm lantern light glowed softly through the windows. Home, or at least the closest thing to it I’d had in years. The moment I stepped onto the porch, the front door opened. Ardan stood there silently. For a second, neither of us spoke. Then his sharp grey eyes swept once over my face and something in his expression shifted immediately.

But, crash. Ardina fell. "Shit!" She cursed annoyed. She tried to sit up and untie the knots, which seemed to have an instinct for what Ardina wanted to do. The fiber of the illusion tree wasn't playing with its prey, tightening even more when Ardina tried to release it.

The broken veil-stone really had done it's work. Ravyn's face was taught with panic and almost despair, and Sephora could only imagine why. Ravyn was Ardanam, born and pure-blooded. Her shadows were as much a part of her as the colour of her eyes and the air that she breathed, she'd always had them - they had been her gift and her curse. They were the reason for her mother's death, the reason why she'd endured Vince's slavery as his Shadow.

“You have the royal blood of House Aragon, the Chosen Family, Descendants of Glaceus, and Protectors of the North.” Arth suddenly freed his fists, then he shook his head in disbelief. It took him a long moment of silence before he found the words to say. “No, you’re lying. My parents are dead!” “They died during the bloody war against the Legion, the army of demons, eighteen years ago,” King Terrowin told him. “Your father was killed in the battlefield … and your mother, Queen Diana, was pregnant of you during that time.” “No,” Arth muttered, shaking his head once again.

“You think Ardan is keeping our attention there while he moves somewhere else?” I nodded, my mind racing. “It’s what I would do. Keep the strongest fighters distracted, make them chase shadows, and strike where it hurts the most.” Killian’s grip on the war table tightened. “Then where is he really planning to strike?” I didn’t answer immediately. My mind was already piecing the puzzle together, going through everything Cedric had revealed, everything Ardan had done before. Then it clicked. “The Packhouse,” I whispered, my stomach twisting.

"Glory upon the peace you uphold and the power you hold. Behold the Adranrous and behold the great Sun of Ardan Kingdom." Hindi ko memorize 'yon ah, pero nabasa ko 'yon sa libro. Grabe, iba pala talaga kapag naririnig na yung iniimagine ko lang. "It has been a while since aristocrats were gathered here and I am very happy to see the people of Ardan after a long drought that happened at the east where farmers are affected as well as the business and trades of our kingdom." Drought? Ah right, it was said in the novel that a long drought happened in the east of Ardan Kingdom. Maraming mga businesses ang naapektuhan and trades was forced to stop because of low capacity of goods and income.

Mira glanced toward the ground. Ardan’s shadow stretched behind him in the lantern light. “What does that mean?” “I still don’t know.” Kazan felt the crystal grow warm. The faint light inside it moved faster. Ardan noticed. His expression sharpened. “The crown showed us things.” “What things?” “Every person we had ever failed.” Ardan’s voice became quieter. “The dead walked beside us. Mothers. Fathers. Children. Mates. Warriors we had been unable to save.” He stared into the darkness.

A bigger house, with another daughter in it—a girl named Arden who was older than Rita, a girl Rita had never once met but already bitterly resented on absolute principle. ​"Does he love her more?" Rita asked one evening when she was maybe six, watching her mother carefully apply crimson lipstick before the doorbell rang. "The other one. Arden." ​"He loves security," Vivian snapped, her voice going hard for a sharp, fleeting moment before smoothing back into her polished veneer. "He loves whichever house makes him feel most like a powerful man worth being. I fully intend for that house to be ours, Rita. It already mostly is. He just hasn’t fully admitted it to his own cowardly self yet."