The Fallen Kingdom: Book Novels & Stories

And yet, I had found power here in the past, buried between forgotten scrolls and ancient pages inked with truth. I let my fingers trail along the spines of the books as I walked slowly through the rows, dust clinging to my skin like memory. These books did not fear me. They did not lie to me. They did not twist love into leverage or silence into punishment. They simply were. I stopped in front of a worn leather tome entitled The Fall of Kingdoms, and smiled bitterly. The irony was thick enough to choke on. A book about ruined thrones, resting on the shelf of a woman bound to a crumbling one. The gods truly had a sense of humor—vicious, sharp, and cruel.

So much bad news on my wedding day wasn’t a good thing and I was stressed. Looking down at my suit covered in blood, a hiss tore off my lips. And just when I was about to stand up and head to my room for a change of clothes, Nikolai knocked on the door, seeking permission to come in. I was already out of my seat, ready to leave. “Come in.” A second later, Nikolai was in, his shoulders straightened and his hands behind him, while his head hung low in respect. “Boss.” “Have you taken care of the bodies and sent a few to the Italian mafia Princess?”

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

He was hurled backward, slamming into the distant wall, his armor cracking, shadows flickering as if they were dying embers. Kai collapsed to his knees, struggling for breath. Rowan groaned, regaining his senses. And Luna remained at the epicenter of the chaos, her eyes gleaming silver-white, her hair billowing as if caught in a breeze known only to her. The Fallen King slowly rose, fractures spiderwebbing across his armor. “This is not finished,” he snarled. “I will come back — and when I do, you will surrender what I desire.” His form contorted into black smoke and disappeared.

KELLEN The sky was a murky grey, the usual clear blue sky of this continent hidden behind an underlying forecast of war. I have been here before. Just not in this lifetime. Many moons ago as Conri I remember standing in the valley of the vast desert between the cities and the rocky formation that lay ahead of us. I was always even keel Kel, when I came back from the other realm, I was anything but. Slowly I had recognized and started to become the king I was before falling through the chasm.

A contract. Until now. A deep chill slid through my spine. I flipped through another book — this one filled with sketches, maps, and what looked like blood-stained seals. One image stood out: a circle of symbols, three interlocking sigils, and at its center — a human silhouette. Below it, a single phrase: 'Fragment of the fallen gods.’ The book was talking about how there were pieces of uninhibited power flying around and enhancing different races. Whatever the Rogue King was doing... He was harvesting fragments. The power of the gods.

He walked to the window. Looked out over the city. Lights flickered below. Alive. Unaware. A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. “So…” His voice was low. Almost thoughtful. “The king of the underground.” A pause. His eyes darkened slightly. “My son.” The words came easier this time. Not softer. But accepted. His head tilted slightly. “If he rules…” A breath. “Then I rule.” Not dominance. Not greed. Something else. Recognition. Blood. Legacy.

“This isn’t the original one.” “What do you mean?” “The original book disappeared decades ago.” “So... this is just a copy?” “One of the few remaining actually.” He opened the book slowly. Most of its pages had faded with time. Some had been torn away entirely. Others were covered with stains that looked disturbingly like dried blood. Serafina felt an odd ache in her chest. As though she had seen this book before. But still, it feels impossible for her. Darius turned several pages. “This kingdom was called Blood Moon.”

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

Soheila said as she sat on her bed. “It's good that I still got 15 books from the library. But who is he? And how did he know I was there?” Soheila stares at the ceiling as she remembers how the old man also know that she was at the bookshelf where books are about the world. Soheila shooked her head. “Agh! Never mind, I should just read.” She took one thick book from her spirit ring. “The Sidee Kingdom was created by a King who was the strongest man in this Continent...” Soheila dictates the texts of the books. The first book's topic was the same as the one Soheila read yesterday.