The Fallen House Of Ardan Novels & Stories

Right now I was on the twentieth stair trying to calm my uneven breathing. Dylan whizzed past us, calling out for Armando. "Uncle Army, uncle Army...we're here to take Angie home." he beamed. "Dylan honey, slow down." I called after him shaking my head in disapproval. But my calls went unanswered as he continued to waltz up the stairs. "He never listens!" I groaned raising my hands in the air. "Then I will discipline him." Leo stated in a deep, low voice from behind me startling me and could not help but let out a yelp.

Soon, all of the glade wolves were rolling over and over, trying to put out the sparks on their backs, while those who were burning ran around screaming and setting others alight, until their comrades chased them away, wailing and yammering and hunting for water. "What's all the commotion in this forbidden isolated forest island tonight?" Aradan wondered. He was sitting on the top of a lonely pinnacle of rock at the eastern edge of the mountains, dark in the moonlight. "I hear Lycans! Are the trolls up to no good in the woods?" "You got the plan, Aradan!" Legolas shouted while smiling. “Aye, Sir! We came to save you!” Aradan leaped into the air in his hippogriff, and two of the guards from t

He had seen this before and he refused to be the victim this time. “What is he doing?” Gluttony asked, he had never seen and AOD do anything like this before. “I’m not really sure, but whatever it is, you don’t want to be too close.” Pride answered. “Okay, we get Mr. Big bad AOD, you can stop at any point now.” Envy was getting bored with this pissing contest. She walked closer as Daniel lifted his sword. He was just about to swing and send her back to hell the same way he had sent Wrath before. But he was stopped as a voice rang out. It was authoritative and familiar. The tone gave off the sense of fear and anguish. It was none other than Abbadon herself.

He couldn’t reconcile the child he had seen just days ago with the creature now before him. Marlon’s mind raced as he processed the impossible scene. His breath came in shallow gasps as he watched the mermaid in the pool, but then his gaze shifted. Standing beside the pool, her back turned toward him, was Carmela. Her presence confirmed the connection—this wasn’t just some fantastical creature from the sea. This was a part of the town, tied to the strange events that had plagued Eldoria for weeks. Marlon felt a knot form in his stomach as realization dawned. The mermaid wasn’t just some mythical being. She was a part of this place, a part of a curse that had taken hold of the town. And it wa

“You may have all seen her at the wedding but now you get to be acquainted with her.” “Darana,” she called firmly. “Please step forward and let everyone see you while I introduce them to you.” I glanced at Darana, expecting to see any trace of fear but there was none. Instead, she held herself with grace and stepped forward with her chin held high. I tried to hide my smirk but failed. She was really so good at acting. “Darana, meet my second son, Adan Titterington. He holds a share in one of the companies and he’s very good at scheming. I mean planning things.” she corrected.

"He has guarded the Hall since the First Flame was created, and he has never bowed to anyone." Ardan stopped directly in front of me. His glowing eyes searched mine so deeply that it felt as though he could see every memory, every fear, and every mistake I had ever carried. I forced myself not to look away because something inside me knew this moment mattered. Running from his gaze would mean running from myself. Without warning, Ardan lowered his enormous head. I stared in complete disbelief as the ancient wolf knelt before me. His silver tail rested against the floor while the blue flames overhead suddenly burned brighter than before. Even Elyra looked genuinely surprised by what she was w

At an art gallery ball, where my soldiers handed over the drugs and his soldiers counted the money behind the back room door, Mario came up to me and asked for a dance. We danced all night, and Mario told me about his life. He was the youngest Don in the history of the Pescatores family. He had it all: loyal soldiers, a powerful family, wealth, reputation, and true love. Mario had a childhood sweetheart, Sophia, whom he was in love with for more than a decade. But destiny played a cruel joke on him: Sophia died of cancer last year, and left a bleeding hole in Mario’s heart since. “I’m sorry.” I told Mario.

“There’s no need for you here. Get out of my sight.” I nodded and turned to leave. The moment the door closed, the sound of heavy, suppressed breathing was replaced by sensual moans. The sounds continued until dawn. I curled up in bed and never managed to fall asleep. However, when the house finally fell silent, I breathed a sigh of relief. I was certain that I had managed to change my luck in this life. As the tension left my body, the memories of my previous life flooded my mind like a tide. After our wedding, my health kept deteriorating, but none of the doctors could identify the cause. Or rather, they did find it, but Simon stopped them from revealing it to me.

Either way, I hold the story. Calista returns to my side. “House Merren accepted the bottle,” she says. “They asked after the girl.” “Tell them she’s obedient,” I say. “Then tell them she’s bold. Let them choose which they prefer and repeat it.” The music lifts again. The chandeliers burn steady and Ardon stands at the edge of the dance and refuses three invitations with the same polite line. His eyes move and they return to the same point one moment later than mine do.

Emiel's return meant nothing but good things in store for the future. Roy glanced at his grandfather, arranging the chess board, with a grin on his face. Alexander used to be a tough chess player during his early forties. The thirst of chess bought Alexander the title of undefeatable old guy in their neighborhood. "Grandfather.. Will Uncle come before Christmas or.." Roy's voice faded, eyes traveling to the single piece of artifact, standing gracefully in the middle of the terrace. A very exuberant expressioned sculpture of a young fairy maiden, holding a jar of what seemed like Elixir.