Throne Of The Fallen Vk Novelas e Histórias

“I haven’t properly introduced myself." It wasn't just the way he spoke, it was the way the air around him seemed to still. “My lady,” he said, voice smooth as moonlight over black water. “My name is Valek Dreven Throne…but you can call me Valek.” The name rolled off his tongue like a spell, and the moment he said it, something inside Anana stilled. It sounded like a name that was ancient, older than language itself. Like a name spoken only in forgotten rituals, carved into tombstones no one dared visit. A name unmistakably tied to blood and night.

Bells clanged wildly from the watchtower as alarms were sent echoing down the hills. But Vosvak did not chase. He wheeled about towards the chapel, where the black root still pulsed and grew, now curling up into a tree of bone and flesh. Lanterns of skin swayed from its branches, softly glowing with the stolen souls. A voice came back to him from the pit, from the pact: "Now you will require a throne." Vosvak laughed. "A throne? No. I will require an empire." In the Citadel, miles distant, A shiver coursed through the marble floor of the Moon Chamber. Crystal braziers guttered. The remaining elders sat in stunned silence, regarding the quivering moonlight on the floor. One finally broke the

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.

Vickon asks quietly the moment my slender, graceful hips disappear past the stone entrance, his golden eyes watching my figure through the glass with a possessive, territorial heat. "She did, Supreme Alpha," Zyric Fenwolf reports quickly, catching the heavy tension in the rearview mirror. "But Lady Blackwynd explicitly stated that compared to your massive alpha build, Thorne is a total pathetic loser. She wouldn't let his small member touch her skin even if the elders paid her in gold tokens." "Drive the carriage back to the dominion," Vickon rumbles hoarsely, his large chest tracks expanding with absolute ease as he leans back against the furs, his dominant beast fully satisfied by my loyal

• Vantae Keats: V is an eighteen-year-old boy who lives with his cousin and uncle. He has slightly wavy dark brown hair and prefers to keep a mullet. MBTI type: ENFP. He may be a recognized Extrovert, but this young man hates mingling with people. He's 179 cm tall (5'10 ft), weighing 62 kgs (139 lbs). Has one monolid and one double lid and a damn cute boxy smile. Favorite color: Grey. Zodiac: Capricorn. My boy hates coffee but is down for hot cocoa anytime. Vantae doesn't have the rock-hard abs like most protagonists but instead adorns a lean shape. He's brave and strong with a fighting spirit. With no parents to shield him, he was brought up by his cousin, Asa. Not to forget his best friend

“They disappeared.” I grip the blanket tightly, my knuckles aching. “She didn’t just take the throne. She cursed me. Every time I reach eighteen, I die. Every single time.” Martha stares at me, her expression softening with pity. “You’ve had a terrible dream, Ethan. Let’s not—” “I’ve lived it,” I snap, my voice sharper than I intended. “Six times, Martha. I’ve lived it six times, and every time, I die before I can fix it. She’s taken everything from me—my father, my brothers, my throne… Jane.”

Fallen is a race of celestial beings who were sent down to earth either as punishment or as a request made by them, they lose their wings in the process. Aryiks are a race of beings who are half werewolf half angels, they are granted angel lifespans and werewolf powers, including a wolf. They also allowed the fallen angels' powers to be passed unto them, however, can only be accessed until their 20th year. Most of the Aryiks born have their werewolf side more prominent than their angel side, therefore, losing their powers. My hair was originally the same as you're, but I cut mine, killing its magic and changing it to black.

I felt like a puppet who had just seen the strings. "Why now?" I asked, looking at Vanhova. "Why bring me here today?" "Because the balance has been disrupted," Vanhova said. He tapped a button on the table, and a holographic image of the Ouroboros box appeared in the center of the air. "Julian has the box. He stole it from a secure facility three days ago. He believes that by possessing the box, he can force a vote to remove me and take control of the Alliance."

I loved the thrills that these kinds of things had on me. A car engine was coming in. It was time to leave. I got in the car and ran it into a lake and made my way home laughing at the image of him being shell shocked at my vandalism. I would pay to see that. I got to the porch and hopped on my motorbike to do a quick hit on Alessandro Mikane. A clever man but has no morals in any sort. This job pays me 300k. I would be a fool not to do it. I stood at the roof of the building and pulled the trigger on the gun. I saw a body drop down and screams everywhere.

They don't need anyone other than themselves when fighting, like- you can challenge them when they're alone and there's nothing wrong with it. However, it shouldn't be done this time around as it will be seen as a sudden attack. There's also records about how they lived before but what caught my attention is that one empire lost to Alpha Alejandro's ancestors. They fell into ruin because of betrayal… How pitiful… I continued reading the entire book and didn't notice that it's almost sunset, I wouldn't notice if only a female servant didn't knock on the door and brought my food. "Thank you…" I'm hesitant to thank her because she's one of those servants who just watched while Giselle is bullyi