Throne Of The Fallen Vk Novels & Stories

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

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

The obsidian throne groaned, the entire structure vibrating with a frequency that was neither Silas’s nor mine. It was hers. Silas recoiled, his hand smoking, his face twisted in a mixture of shock and rapture. "She... she’s rejecting the Command? No... she’s Rewriting it." "She’s a Vane," I gasped, finally finding my voice as the pressure eased. "And a Thorne. She doesn't follow instructions." I lunged, my wings slicing through the air with a platinum-black fire. I didn't go for Silas; I went for the Throne’s Core—the massive obsidian diamond at the center of the chamber.

“Remember Eren, Zoya. If I become a monster and can't come back anymore. You guys don't hesitate to shoot me in the head. I don't want to hurt anyone here. Do you understand?” said Jacob while looking at Eren and Zoya's faces. Zoya just looks down silently not daring to answer. "Okay Jacob..." said Eren slowly while holding the gun in his hand. With a tense face, Doctor Rin injected the S virus into Jacob's arm. Everyone was tensed at that time. Zoya turned her face away because she couldn't bear to see Jacob who was about to become a monster.

The ruins of the Black Throne Hall stood as a stark testament to all that had been lost—and all that had been reclaimed. Rubble crunched beneath Serena’s boots as she walked forward, the once-glorious obsidian pillars now cracked and crumbled, half-eaten by flames and magic. A bitter wind howled through the broken arches above, carrying the scent of scorched stone and blood. And there, at the base of the shattered dais, knelt Varyn.

Vance looked at it, then at Ryker, who was now standing, his massive hand resting on Elara’s shoulder in a silent endorsement. ​Vance took the shard. He didn't fashion a crown; he used it to cut a shallow line across his palm, then knelt in the blood-stained snow. ​“The Iron-Claw does not kneel to a Thorne,” Vance declared. “But we kneel to the Void-Queen who broke the cycle.”

--- Below Solara The Cradle of Crownless Thrones There is a place in Aetheria where no light dares crawl. Not because it cannot reach— Because it is not allowed. We call it a vault. It is not a prison. It is a graveyard. Nine thrones lie in that hollowed, bone-wrought pit. Burned, broken, scorched by betrayal. Cracked by prophecy. Soaked in the marrow of forgotten immortals. No name dares echo here. No song dares hum. But tonight— One throne stirs. Blackened antlers. Molten chain.