Throne Of The Fallen Kindle Novels & Stories

The light poured from my hands, from the cracks in the throne, from the air itself. And when it faded — the room was still. The throne beneath me had changed. The obsidian was gone, replaced by pale stone streaked with silver. The cracks were gone, healed. Magnus rose slowly, eyes wide. “Impossible.” Vale was at my side in an instant, catching me as I slumped forward. My body trembled, drained. Cassian stared at the healed throne, whistling softly. “Well, guess we’re past the point of pretending she’s normal.”

Shadows moved without form. They passed stone markers carved with ancient runes, some broken, some bleeding with dark sap. By the second night, even Kael began to falter. His bond with Aria pulsed with unease. Then they saw it. The Hollow Throne. It rose from the earth like a skeleton of a long-dead god jagged pillars curving into the sky, black stone slick with age. At its center sat the Throne itself, a monolithic seat carved from obsidian and bone, etched with runes that writhed under moonlight.

He kissed my lips, then stared out the window. “We should go down,” he said, his eyes dark and dangerous, before glancing at my clothes. “Quickly shower, and we’ll go down together.” I nodded. After showering and changing, we headed downstairs. Bryan’s body stiffened as my mom opened the door to welcome the Stone Warriors Pack. He moved slightly in front of me, protective. Prince stepped in first. Handsome, with dark hair and stubble, but nothing compared to my mate. The tension was palpable. Bryan and Prince made eye contact, each standing taller, faces contorting into dark smirks that made everyone around cower.

He scrutinized it for a long time before saying, "I wouldn't have expected any less of a proper lady of the Chapman family. Your embroidery is top-notch." Something occurred to him, and he pulled out a green moonstone pendant from his sleeve. He gave it to me. "My mother gave this to me, saying that it would keep me safe. I've kept it with me all these years while battling our enemies. I'll give it to you now if you don't mind having it." I saw streaks of blood on the pendant and knew that it had been with Gideon through many life-and-death situations. How could I possibly accept it?

We stood side by side, receiving the blessings and cheers of all present. On my finger glittered a massive diamond ring, a symbol of the alliance between two mafia families. Behind me stood a knight whose loyalty would never waver. Beneath me lay a vast empire, growing at a staggering pace. As for love? It had been buried three months ago in that blood-soaked casino, along with my shattered right hand. For me, love no longer existed. And now, the new commander rose, her reign beginning with absolute authority.

He shook his head. "Daniel Grigori..." He trailed on. I remained confused. He sighed and stood up straight. "I'm a fallen." "Fallen? You're an angel?" I backed away and dissolved into a puddle of laughter. My stomach was shaking now. "Oh-oh my God." I continued laughing and turned to look at my unconscious mother. "He's an angel." I told her, laughing even harder. The 'fallen' looked at me weirdly. "I have met a lot of weird and psychotic human beings but you, Dawn Turner, are by far the worst." I stopped laughing and glared at him.

It was the birthday present Irina had prepared for him in her previous life—a hand-carved ring made from his favorite cut of obsidian. Irina froze too. She had been so busy over the past few days that she did not notice it was still there. Simon picked up the ring and sneered. “Is this what you call not having inappropriate feelings for me? Your gift just happens to be a ring? “Irina, this is my final warning before the wedding. Get rid of those filthy thoughts of yours! After I’m married, you’ll continue to be my dearest sister! “If you don’t…” He took a step closer and said in a low voice, “Well, I can give you a home, and I can take it away from you too.”

Asher POV ​My name is Asher Steele. I am 29 years old; I am the Alpha of Crimson Blood Pack. I have the largest pack in the country. I don’t tolerate mistakes or half-ass shit. I run a tight ship and everyone in this pack knows it. ​“Alpha?” My Bata and best friend say as he knocks and pocks his head in with a scared look on his face. “Yes?” I say while looking up at him. “You know that mission you posted 4 days ago? Well let me say that whoever did it completed it and is already home and here’s your report and the victims are back and said that the girl was a badass and something along the lines of wanting you to go to her pack and thank her for saving them..” he says while trying to hide h

Ash still drifted in the air like black snow, settling over ruins that had once been Dawnspire’s proud walls. Serenya’s lungs burned with smoke and power as she struggled to hold herself aloft. Her new wings—woven of starlight and fire—shivered with exhaustion, dimming at the edges. Below, Thalric’s broken crown lay in shards, but the man himself rose from the ashes, alive, his form cloaked in a new and terrible shadow.

‎ ‎She felt a strange ache spread through her chest. ‎Somewhere..., hidden beneath years of lies..., was the truth. ‎ ‎And somehow... ‎It had started long before Sandra Raymond was ever left standing alone on her wedding day. ‎ ‎