Novel & Cerita Throne Of The Fallen Vk

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.

"Think of what we could be, my love. You are a new powerful species, the wolves answer to you. We can make more of what you are. We can rule together. Forget the vampire kingdom, forget them all. Be with me" The nightmare comes back to me, Thorne on my throne. His hand ripping my hair out. "You think I want to be with you. You are a plague on this earth" I speak turning on the spot. Not sure of where he is lurking. His laugh echos again. "You may not have my mark, but I made you. You've always belonged to me and you still belong to me"

The car doors swung open in unison, and a stream of figures in black poured into the banquet hall. Beneath their jackets, the subtle outlines of guns hinted at danger, a chill of menace in the air. A bodyguard with utmost respect opened the door of the central stretch limo. William Vincent, the iron-fisted ruler of Northland's shadowy corners, clad in a sleek black trench coat, walked over the glittering carpet of broken glass towards me. He was the man behind the mysterious calls, my mentor in all things firearms, my ace in the hole. William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants.

She continued, now pacing slowly. “After that, the wall slid open — not a door, a wall. Hidden, reinforced. We walked down a narrow passage. Cold. Steel floors. Red lights on either side like pulse beacons. There was a biometric scanner on the next door. And that’s when I saw it—faint, just above eye level on the metal frame. Engraved, not printed: ‘LVL-VI.’ That’s exactly how it was written.” Alex was typing rapidly as she spoke, trying different access layers. “It’s either completely off-grid… or classified under a false designation.

Her eyes roll back in her head, her limbs limp beneath me as she takes every pound of my hips against hers. “Who am I?” Thrust. She moans, not responding, and I rub my thumb over her clit. “Who am I?” I yell. “Alexander.” My name is barely more than a breath between pleasured groans. I thrust harder, mercilessly. “Who am I?” I yell again, dissatisfied with her answer. She suddenly trembles as she pitches a scream of ecstasy. “The Lycan King!” I spill inside her, jerking in my own euphoria, until I fall on top of her.

“S…s…six years ago. It was June.” Henrik noticed the sunlight reflecting brightly off something next to the body and picked it up. It was a small glass vial that was marked ‘Cloaking Potion’ with very faded ink, and at the bottom was an alchemist’s monogram bearing the initials R.W. It appeared that Gamma Sam went to great lengths to ensure this body was never found, and Dane was determined to know the reason why. Henrik and Wei were left to bury the remains again, but this time in a much deeper hole than the one that was easily uncovered. Dane took off his clothes, threw them in his backpack with the fabric scrap and potion, and shifted to his powerful dark brown wolf Stig.

“I’m right here.” I pulled my hand away before he could touch me. “I, Elara Thorne,” I began. The name Thorne hit the crowd like a physical blow. I heard gasps everywhere. Rowan went pale, his jaw dropping. “Elara Thorne?” Aiden whispered, confused. “What are you talking about?” I ignored him and continued, my voice growing stronger. “Rightful heir of the Nightshade Pack and daughter of the true King, hereby reject Aiden Blackwood as my fated mate.”

VERITY I watched Usel fall, kicked off Baraqiels sword, as a cry ripped from my throat as her blood sprayed in the air, her limp body barreling toward the ground. Shamshiel raced towards her, a feral noise coming from him as he ran to his daughter. At the same time I heard another voice above the din of battle, Todd had fallen to his knees, his eyes trained on a Nephilim. A Nephilim who had Devon in his hand, as I watched Devon’s head caved in on itself and exploded, his blood splattering the creature in front of him in a crimson red sheen. His scream pierced my ear drums and I felt my heart twist as the Nephilim tossed his body to the ground, where it lay crumpled. Cain moved in front of m

Or surrender? Above him, seated arrogantly on the high throne, Thalric Veynor lounged like a wolf satisfied after slaughter. His dark cloak spilled across the armrests, edged with silver thread as though mocking the very crown he sought to steal. At his side, a jagged spear leaned casually against the throne, still slick with fresh blood.

The villain let out a final, violent shudder before dropping completely unconscious, his body slumping out of the shattered throne like a discarded piece of trash. ​The vanguard enforcers immediately dropped their weapons to the floor, the heavy kinetic rifles clattering against the marble in a collective, unconditional surrender. The remaining Council lords fell completely silent, staring up at the gallery in absolute, petrified awe. ​Vivian walked down the grand marble staircase of the chamber, her boots clicking in a steady, dominant rhythm. Julian immediately turned away from the throne, his savage focus instantly melting into a fierce, possessive warmth the moment his eyes locked onto h