The Fallen House Of Ardan Novels & Stories

Rayne truly did want to hear more of the world her mate had loved so much before they had come to know each other. Gard's smile was once more that of excitement, lighting up his face and making him more beautiful if that was humanly possible. "All the great vampire houses had their own banners. This one is all that remains and it's of the Royal house of Ardweni. I was astounded to find it still in existence after all this time. Ana must have placed a preservation spell on it though it appears to have faded."

“No. I hate poetry because it’s always written by people who can afford the luxury of metaphors. I didn’t grow up reciting sonnets by moonlight and giving Shakespeare plays at school. I grew up in a forest surrounded by wolves and tasty rabbits that got eaten by said wolves." Something flickered behind his golden eyes—something ancient, almost mournful. He stepped closer, lowering his voice like we were confessing something to the stars. “The panther’s words should worry you. Not because she’s wrong—but because she’s right. And you’re not ready to know what that means for you..” I glared at him. “Get off my balcony dragon” Ardan didn’t argue. Didn’t threaten. He bowed, ever the gentleman, ev

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.'

He had bought my life by sacrificing his own flesh. And then, the mountain had collapsed. I opened my eyes, looking at a specific detail I had painted in the upper right corner of the canvas. Stepping out of the gray dust and the falling boulders was a towering, broad-shouldered shadow. I hadn't painted a face. I had only painted a brilliant, blinding pair of golden eyes. Cullen Hayden Arden. The King of the North.

Pick it up and I’m extremely impressed with the handwriting. Dear mate, This house has never been slept in because I love my pack. However, when our family comes to visit my family, we can enjoy this house inside of the noise pack house with so many scents of the others. There should be plenty of things for y’all to do this week. I will be there tonight however it won’t be the way you want. I’m constantly on mission because I’m looking for someone to know me before I was 16 all I know about myself is my name and what I looked like back then I have traveled the world to find something about myself. I do accept you and ive had dreams about you since I was 18 and could not find you till you fou

My strength waned, and the world began to blur and fade. "Remember this, Arwyn," Pete's voice seemed to echo from a distance, cold and mocking. "Your place is by my side." Just before the darkness claimed me, I caught a glimpse of a cloaked figure standing in the doorway. Her eyes were grim as she raised her hand, and Thrystan fell to the floor with a breath of relief. Pete, on the other hand, was being manipulated like a puppet until he collapsed to his knees, followed by Marlon and Garmond.

The phone fell from Lena’s hand as she slowly placed her hand on her chest. “ Lena what's wrong?” Vera asked, shocked by the look on Lena's face. * Lena, what's wrong?” Mabel urged. “ What's wrong?” Angela yelled but Lena frozed. “ I need to leave!” She tried to dragged the drip off her hand. “ You shouldn't do that?” They tried to stop her but it was too last as she pulled it off. “ Say something, what's happening?” Mabel yelled. “ Our house exploded and my parents….” She burst into tears. “ I need to get home before relatives lay them to rest. I need to see them one last time” Lena fell from the bed in tears.

She crossed the street slow, the way you do when you’re not sure if the ground beneath your feet is still yours. Her old apartment building loomed like a ghost at the end of the block. Five floors of faded brick and boarded-up windows. The place looked gutted. Hollow. Like it, too, had been doing time in its own way. She didn’t go inside. Instead, she turned the corner and walked toward the one place she still hoped would open its door. A narrow row house with chipping paint and flowerpots that had seen better days. Meekey climbed the stoop and knocked. Twice. Then waited.

“Watch everything. Trust no one. Not tonight.” The figure paused, hesitation in its step, then retreated into the fog. But the tension didn’t fade. My chest heaved, mind racing with fear and exhilaration. He turned to me, eyes smoldering. “You see? Even the past… even the lies… they follow us. But it doesn’t matter. Because fire… fire consumes all.” “Even me?” I whispered, voice trembling. “Even my heart, my mind… my everything?” “Yes,” he murmured, fingers brushing my cheek, pulling me closer. “Because once you surrender… fully… there’s no turning back. And you… you’ve already surrendered.”

"I know I've made a mistake. Please give me another chance. I'll never make the same mistake again!" I ignored him. Holding Fytar's hand, I turned around and left. Guerrian wanted to go after me, but I shot him an icy glare. "Don't waste my last remaining ounce of mercy toward you." Guerrian stopped in his tracks. Watching my retreating figure, it felt as though his heart were being torn apart. The pain left him trembling. … Meanwhile, in another palace, Dexaldir had been knocked down by Azena for the thirteenth time.