The Fallen Kingdom: Book Novels & Stories

But I knew I wanted to help Gregor and help the wolves. Whatever his clandestine activities were, I knew they had something to do with the empire. The new king was beyond cruel. As sheltered as I had been, I had still seen the conditions in the kingdom and lamented over them. But I never thought there could be anything different. But perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps there could be a third option apart from two power-hungry regimes, on past one present. If so, I believed it was worth working toward.

"So be it then, just don't come crying to me when the kingdom gets run to the ground over some hallucination." The other voice scoffed, "I have been running this kingdom for over a hundred years, I don't need your help. And me looking for someone won't damn this kingdom, your merciless; cruelty and stubbornness will." They said with a bite, clearly ready to move on from the conversation. "I'm the merciless one? You're the one who killed off everyone who could possibly take your throne." Is this man talking to the king? Had the king really done that? Did his parents not try and stop him? "And I spared you, which I'm starting to regret."

They don't need anyone other than themselves when fighting, like- you can challenge them when they're alone and there's nothing wrong with it. However, it shouldn't be done this time around as it will be seen as a sudden attack. There's also records about how they lived before but what caught my attention is that one empire lost to Alpha Alejandro's ancestors. They fell into ruin because of betrayal… How pitiful… I continued reading the entire book and didn't notice that it's almost sunset, I wouldn't notice if only a female servant didn't knock on the door and brought my food. "Thank you…" I'm hesitant to thank her because she's one of those servants who just watched while Giselle is bullyi

The counterpart bond no longer functioned like ordinary resonance. Their lives were intertwined. Damage to one affected the other. The King knew that. And he intended to use it. Black resonance flooded the realm. The ground disappeared beneath darkness. The horizon vanished. Everything became shadow. Except two figures. Althea. Lucien. Standing side by side. The First King laughed. “You still do not understand.” His voice came from everywhere. The darkness itself spoke. “I existed before your kingdoms.” A thousand eyes opened in the shadows. “I survived the fall of the Houses.”

I was ensnared, caught in a web of desire, danger, and temptation that only he could create. “You’re… dangerous,” I whispered again, chest heaving, pulse roaring. “And I… I want it anyway.” “Good,” he said, smirk tugging at his lips, eyes dark and magnetic. “Because I want you too. And some things… some flames… aren’t meant to be resisted. They’re meant to consume.” Even as he disappeared into the night once more, leaving me trembling and breathless, I knew the truth. I was already lost. Consumed. Falling, fast and reckless, for something that could burn me—or burn me alive in the most intoxicating way possible.

She couldn't fail. Ruby heard a burst of rich laughter at her poor attempts at seduction. Her gaze went to him, pleading. "Is it time for my punishment yet?" She asked eagerly. She loved choking on his juicy cock. "No. Not tonight. Come." He beckoned her. "The Unseelie King was successful. He brought us a gift." "What?" It must be something valuable if Uzza was in high spirits. "The blood of the mated queens." The leader of the fallen said reverently.

"You may sit Mr. Wilson. How about you Ms. Kingston? Why don't you tell us something about your book ?" I stood up and wetted my lips while looking at the cover of the book in question. "It's called the Myth of The Broken Throne." "Very well, what's it about? "It's starting with the history of the supernaturals and the birth of the werewolves. The Cerulean clan and the Royals --" "I guess you still don't know what the myth is about." "No, I don't. " "Then what have you thought about the book till now? Did you get any interesting mystery, you would like to share with us?"

Join Aimee and the Aces and Eights for some good MC drama, or dream with no boundaries as the Baku guides your sleep at Ravenclaw-you are only limited by your imagination. The following series is called Fire and Ice. The first book is about Adrastus and how he came to be the King. Join him on his journey before April was even born and learn why he earned his title of the forsaken one. Please leave a review at the end of the book, so I know how you're feeling. THANKS!! Fire and Ice part one: Adrastus the Forsaken one. Molten lava warmed the skin of the old ones, bathing in the furnaces. Scales alight with flames as the legends made flesh reveled in their mighty forms.

Towards A Happy Ending … “’Damiel’…” Laila, who looked at the book, too, read the author’s name. “Hey, wasn’t he Prince Damiel who ascended the throne after his father the king’s earlier passing and so he became the second king of the East Kingdom?” she said.

Lucien’s gaze moved toward me again. “No.” The single word tightened the air around us immediately. Then slowly, his eyes lifted toward the black sky above the mountains. “The dead kingdoms are waking,” he said quietly. “And some bloodlines should never have returned.” Silence followed him. Then Elias cursed softly beneath his breath. Kael’s eyes narrowed. “Explain.” Lucien looked back toward us. And for the first time since arriving…… I saw genuine concern break through his calm expression. “The First Kingdom did not fall because of war,” he said. “It fell because the throne corrupted the wolves bound to it.”