Throne Of The Fallen Vk Novels & Stories

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"

I yearned for the strength to shield myself and the ones I love, to never be at the mercy of anyone else's whims or cruelty. William fell into a silence so deep I feared he would turn me down. However, then, his face softened into a warm, genuine smile he reserved for moments like this. "Sophia," he began, his voice gentle, "you've never needed my protection. You just need to reclaim your heart from where it's been misplaced." He rose and strode to the window, his back to me. "Starting today, you're the Donna of the Vincents. My resources, my network, my influence–it's all in your hands now."

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.

And he starts laughing. “My death doesn’t matter,” he says, blood already bubbling up out of his lips. “You’ve already surrendered the crown. Lycan rule is over.” Alexander towers over Coltain, regarding him calmly, almost pityingly. Only I know the pain from the silver disintegrating his skin beneath his battle gear is slowly eating at him. I can feel it through our bond. “I did surrender the crown,” Alexander concedes. “And I shall equally kill anyone else who tries to hold me to it.”

“You knew who she was. You killed her family and then you made me watch her suffer for thirteen years. You put needles in my arm so I wouldn't remember that I loved her.” Rowan stood up slowly. He was still taller than me, still stronger. “I did what was necessary for the pack. A Thorne on the throne would have meant war with the Highborn. I gave us peace. I gave you a crown.” “I don't want it,” I said. I spat on his expensive rug. “I’d rather be a servant with her than an Alpha with you.” Rowan’s jaw tightened. “You’re acting like a child. The bond is broken. She rejected you. It’s over. Go find a high-ranking female and move on.”

CAIN (Listen to HUSHH by AViVA for the vibe) Yona soared higher and higher, weaving in fluid motions through the sky. She was breathtaking, her dark hair fanning out behind her as her wings flexed and contracted; the appendages catching the light and revealing their true colors. She had come for me, I hadn’t thought she would; a broken man like me had nothing to offer her. The soul tie thrummed in my chest, demanding I go to her but I fought it; I knew it was useless and that it was dooming both of us. As time went on I became weaker, sicker and I knew she was suffering the same fate. It was selfish of me, but I couldn’t seem to help it, everytime I even thought of the tie, Verity's face sw

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

Inside were two skulls. “That belongs to Duncan Thornevale and his mate, Arianna Greystone, the one we all know as the devil,” Valoreth said. The murmurs grew louder. Eyes moved frantically from one person to another as they stared. Valoreth raised his voice above the noise. “He was weak. And weakness, in this realm, is death. He was a king who placed love above legacy. A king who let a mere girl pull his leash. For that, the realm fell.”