Throne Of The Fallen Audiobook Free の小説・ストーリー

We rolled across the wet floor, smashing through more tanks. Liora’s voice reached me, weak but fierce. “Kade, I love you, you stubborn wolf. Finish this.” The facility shook again. This time the roar that followed wasn’t mechanical. It was the Forsaken. Hundreds of blood-red eyes appeared in the corridors behind us. The leader of the Forsaken stepped through the broken wall, smiling with too many fangs. “Michelle’s toys have failed,” it announced. “The debt will be paid in full tonight, starting with you, Kade Thorn.”

Ronan lunged—but was thrown back by invisible force, crashing hard into a pillar. I dropped to my knees, gasping. The Throne roared. YOU WERE MADE FOR THIS. I slammed my palm into the ground. “No,” I whispered. The Unbound answered—not with power, but refusal. The ground withdrew. The symbols began to crack. Ashael shouted, “Now!” I dragged myself upright and faced the Throne, blood on my lips, voice raw. “I reject your law,” I said. “I reject your crown.” “I reject peace that demands obedience.” The Throne screamed.

Whilst i’ll tell them avout our departure. Kasumi gave nod and then leaving with the others and i’m going toward the prince to tell him about our departure. His expression is priceless when he saw me changed myself. I then flapped my wing and go after the others. On the dream we had before, the people from outside world that is us, are called Fallen by the people of this world. Because We are truth to our own desire untill we fall to depravity. I’ll made my dream became true on this fucked reincarnation setting. After i’m do e with the main mission. Destroying ‘that’ person.

Alpha Marcus’ six-year-old daughter Lyanna hadn’t been seen for twenty-four hours, and it seemed a search party of wolves were out covering as much of the territory as possible. With how shallow the body was buried, it was a miracle they hadn’t uncovered it in the search, but it certainly explained the cloaking potion that was found with it. How could I have forgotten this? Thought Dane. It was just before he’d turned eighteen and taken over as Beta. Alpha Marcus and his Luna had been beside themselves with grief, they’d even come to Cape Point demanding access to search for her. Stig howled loudly in Dane’s head as he read the paragraph halfway through the article that described Lyanna as h

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

“Tomorrow, everything will be ready, and Aynur will awaken. I won’t have to struggle to get my throne back, not when everyone has their throats ripped open, and their blood spilled at my feet.” The vampire nodded his head. “Of course, of course...” murmured, “as you wish, Your Majesty, just don’t be so dumb.” He completed with an exaggerated reverence, but as soon as his head rose, one of the maids assigned to Aynur came down the stairs. Right behind the little redheaded creature she was. The Goddess who made Kalias search all over the shadow realm and finally the mortal realm, and maybe it was because she was close to her awakening, but for a moment - Renriel couldn’t breathe while watching

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

Their eyes stared blankly at the stars. "Xavier..." He turned sharply. The ground beneath him cracked, revealing glowing veins of red, as if the earth bled. Then he saw it. A throne of fire, hovering above a bed of bones. Voices rose around it, chanting in a language he didn't understand but somehow felt familiar. "Prince of the Lost Line. Heir of Ash. Crown of the Undone." He staggered toward the throne. His reflection shimmered in the flame—gold eyes, a crown made of horn and shadow, and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Blood spilled like ink down his armor, he collapsed to his knees, and fell. A collective cry of horror rose around me. Even though I’d known deep down how this would end, it still struck like ice to my bones. Rhydan ran to him and cradled him as the last light faded from Thorne’s eyes, but that wasn’t the end. A glow began to spread through the fallen Alpha’s chest, soft and blue. It was the Heartstone. It pulsed once, then rose from his body, detaching from the lifeless form. The crowd fell into breathless silence.

At the center stood a throne of stone, not carved for beauty but for weight, its surface rough, its arms thick, its back scarred with claw marks that had never healed. Fenric froze as his eyes fixed on it, every instinct screaming that this was no seat of honor but a prison, a crown of stone made not to rule but to bind. His voice cracked as he whispered, “What is this?” Syra’s gaze lingered on the throne, her voice low, trembling with something between reverence and sorrow. “This is where the First Alpha fell, and where the lie of the Cycle began. This is the Hollow Crown.” The Bonebinder’s chains rattled louder as it stepped into the chamber, its voice rising like the breaking of mountains