Romans & histoires Throne Of The Fallen Kindle

Mae swallowed hard, drawing strength from Kaine's sacrifice, from the Fallen, from herself. A shudder ran through the ground as the champion shifted its weight. The Forgotten that had lingered in the shadows dissolved into smoke, leaving nothing but ash in their place. Mae's chains surged outward instinctively, lashing across the battlefield, slicing at debris and lingering energy. Sparks flew, blinding in the dim violet glow.

Cracks formed in the floor, leaking ancient, freezing brine. ​"The Sunken Throne is the anchor of the Grey Sea," the King explained. A cold, cruel smile touched his slate-colored lips. "If I break the anchor, the ocean will reclaim the land. The Citadel, the mountains, the Southern Plains—all will be silenced. And I will rule over a world of salt and bone." ​"Not while I breathe," Kaelen roared.

“And if you had, I would have ended you too. Don’t think for a second I would’ve mistaken you for anyone else, before I started harboring feelings.” I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze with a smirk tugging at my lips. “You still wouldn’t have. Katherine was ready to cover for me, as long as it gave her the chance to step into my place. Everyone wants a piece of my throne, Thorne. The only difference is I’ll burn them all before I give it up. I'm back for good.” Suddenly, the light flickered, first once, then again. A sharp crack of electricity sparked near the ceiling, and in the next breath, everything went black.

"They are animals. And you are a Sovereign. You were to be set in gold, not trampled by the swine in the mud like the bastards who are stamping their place with blood and dirt. I am elevating you, Jessica. I am granting you a throne which shall exist forever, and they shall be forgotten as soon as the thaw of winter blows off the fragrance of them.” He indicated to a servant, who came to pour his chalice. This was it. The time I had practised a thousand times in the darkness of my cell. “Tell me, Thorne,” I said, and in a kind of husky whisper, that came down to a low, and at the same moment I felt the effect on his heart and it drew him into the seriousness of my feigned helplessness.

“Step through, wolf of broken blood, and wear the crown that was stolen. Step through and know why your Pack was built on bones.” Fenric drew in a breath, the faces of Kaela, Sira, Raelin burning in his mind, their voices, their trust, their doubt, their anger. He closed his eyes and stepped through the archway. The stone burned as he crossed, and the air shifted, heavier, darker, but alive with something that made his heart pound as if it beat in time with the very walls. The chamber beyond was vast, its ceiling lost in shadow, its floor lined with bones laid in patterns too deliberate to be graves. At the center stood a throne of stone, not carved for beauty but for weight, its surface rou

The car drove slowly toward the bustling, sinful heart of New Haven. It was an empire that belonged entirely to me. I raised my right hand, wearing the ring of power. Looking at my cold reflection in the window, I curved my lips. A man’s love is worthless. Only absolute power never betrays.

AVA’S POV After the grand walk-in of those men in tailored suits with their leader, Vincenzo, who had me on chokehold, not because of his handsomeness, but because of the aura emitting from him, everything changed. It screamed danger so much that ice slashed down my spine at any given chance. And his soulless eyes? It was everything I wasn’t. Cold. Calm. Domineering. Dark and menacing. I almost melted under his scrutinizing gaze and the second he turned on his heels and disappeared down the hallway, I was finally able to breathe again.

Not to talk of having a bond with my enemy's daughter. I'm Chase Kingston. An Alpha rumored to possess the body of a fallen angels'. Growing up to become ruthless, they say am an earthly beast. News reached my parents upon my arrival on earth that I was an unusual being created with an heart of stone. But they still kept me, until I started to spill nothing than destruction.

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.

Who has that kind of cash to spend on an ‘insignificant human? ‘’Setting the bar high now, aren’t we?’’ Austen joked. “A million going once, going twice….’’ No one made another bid. ‘’Sold.’’ The hammer fell and that sealed my fate. ‘’Kira has been sold to our ruler, Prince Dante of the North American coven.’’ As fate would have it, Prince Dante became my new master. I’m fucked.