Throne Of The Fallen Kindle Novels & Stories

“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.

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.

I asked, my voice as sharp as a winter frost. "They weren't wolves," Jace said, his eyes wide with a terror I had never seen in him. "They were shadows that walked like men. They didn't use blades. They just touched the stone, and the stone turned to smoke. They were looking for something. They were calling out a name." "My name?" I asked. "No," Jace swallowed hard. "They were calling for 'The Abyss Throne.' They said the Queen was sitting in a stolen chair." A heavy silence fell over the room. Thane’s grip on his obsidian blade tightened so hard his knuckles cracked. Kaelen looked at the blackened spot on the floor where the dust had fallen, his mind clearly racing through every ancient tex

I raised my hand, and the black silk-shadows didn't attack, they reached, they touched the Warlord’s scarred chest, the Solar Priest’s throat, and the Seer’s silk-bound eyes, it wasn't a strike, it was a connection. For a heartbeat, they saw what I saw; the three thrones in the dream, the crumbling ivory of the Sun, the stagnant onyx of the Shadow, and the middle throne of smoke that was the only thing keeping the world from falling into the Abyssal Grave. The Warlord fell to his knees, the Seer gasped, clutching her heart, the Solar Priest’s golden staff shattered in his hand.

He grabbed Elara from the inner courtyard where she'd been directing healers. One moment she was there, with silver light flaring to shield the wounded guards. The next she was gone, snatched through a shadow rift he'd opened behind her. Rage doesn't cover it. It was something deeper, and primal. My howl shook the towers as I dove, but the rift had already snapped shut. Thorne's laugh echoed in the wind: "The Child of Power is mine. The kingdom will fall." The siege turned into an absolute hell. Blackthorn breached the eastern wall, pouring in like floodwater. I commanded the skies, shifted wolves under me, they all began to divw and rip through, buying time for the ground forces.

[Xanthea] The prince nodded. “After your mother fell from paradise, a divine prophecy was made for Ruhna,” he said. “What prophecy?” I asked. “The fallen will shape what the heavens expel; A soul will ascend from the depths of hell. In darkness, for shadows and flickering lights. The wolf spirit will recover all her might. Abandoned and forgotten by her first flame; She’ll find a flare that burns the same.” The prince paused before he continued, holding my gaze. “To create a neo-world and its story; the fallen blood will reclaim its glory.”

I reached for it, and words appeared on the page as soon as my fingers touched the leather cover. Elena Nightshade is to be trusted, my darling. She’s powerful, skilled, and loyal. She’ll teach you things I never could. Learn from her. Let her help you become strong. But remember: Lunar Falls is still your ultimate destination. Elder Vera has knowledge about the Silvermoon bloodline that even Elena doesn’t possess. When you’re ready, when you’re strong enough, you must continue your journey. For now, rest. Heal. Train. Become the warrior you were always meant to be.

That sly old fox. Couldn't blame him though. I had a knack for getting into trouble almost every time I left the house. The council had even once threatened to confiscate my talisman as punishment for breaking laws. Like I would ever let them. My talisman was an anklet with an emerald stone and strange insignia. Every registered vampire received a talisman from the council which enabled them to walk in sunlight without burning. Every council had a special witch to create talismans for the vampires they oversaw. I was different, I knew it. I never knew my mother. I was found in Lycan Woods by Tiberius who was hunting. Lycans and Vampires maintained a treaty, so far neither disrupted the peace

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

'Once you fall down there, your physical body, soul and mana energy will fall apart due to the nature of the barrier set in there. '. . the mana flowing in you will be attracted to the closest compatible vessel. . .' Is it going to happen anytime now? Oh yes, he is going to be a significant part of the second destruction of the Kingdom, what an honour. "Thea. . Johann. . " he whispered to himself, facing up from where he believes he fell from. 'I guess this marks the end of it. . .' Having no other choice but to surrender himself, he inhaled the heavy air he grasps, and closed his eyes.