Throne Of The Fallen Vk Novels & Stories

Bryat pulls her closer and nods once. “And this is Alpha Caleb and Luna Marcie,” Thoran points to the remaining pair. “Of the Lunar Pack.” They bow slightly. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I am honored to have become your ally,” the man’s voice is deep… impossibly deep. It vibrates through my chest, sending chills down my spine. “You as well,” Martin bows his head. “This is my mate, Marcie,” Caleb says. She may be a werewolf, but her eyes are as sharp as a cat’s. She gracefully nods with a calm, soft smile.

'Once you fall down there, your physical body, soul and mana energy will fall apart due to the nature of the barrier set in there. '. . the mana flowing in you will be attracted to the closest compatible vessel. . .' Is it going to happen anytime now? Oh yes, he is going to be a significant part of the second destruction of the Kingdom, what an honour. "Thea. . Johann. . " he whispered to himself, facing up from where he believes he fell from. 'I guess this marks the end of it. . .' Having no other choice but to surrender himself, he inhaled the heavy air he grasps, and closed his eyes.

Not far away, Bastian caught Valerius and Cassian talking in hushed tones. "I have no idea what Bastian is thinking," Valerius shook his head. "Dr. Mercer's synth-blood is art. She alone is worth more than ten pureblood families combined." "Didn't you try to poach her?" Cassian asked. "Multiple times," Valerius admitted flatly. "I offered her triple the pay. Even promised her immortality. She never even blinked. That kind of loyalty is impossible to find these days." He sighed. "And Bastian forced out his best asset for that idiot? The Thorne clan is doomed."

I reached for it, and words appeared on the page as soon as my fingers touched the leather cover. Elena Nightshade is to be trusted, my darling. She’s powerful, skilled, and loyal. She’ll teach you things I never could. Learn from her. Let her help you become strong. But remember: Lunar Falls is still your ultimate destination. Elder Vera has knowledge about the Silvermoon bloodline that even Elena doesn’t possess. When you’re ready, when you’re strong enough, you must continue your journey. For now, rest. Heal. Train. Become the warrior you were always meant to be.

uncontrollably, I fell back with my wings down. "Hey ...!!!" My mother roared..still in the arms of that raider. Her black hair... got dominated by white sharply and then...a massive provocation on the guy's chest. She flew down to get me but..she couldn't. I was too close to the ground and didn't know why...I couldn't control myself after I had the vision. It was too sudden and unexpected. I had managed to turn before his arm clutched me. The vampire...who was standing with Mom earlier. I peered at his face and peered away sharply. I didn't know why..but I thought thanking him wasn't necessary. I dropped off smartly and then... I saw the old lady earlier upstairs as she dragged out the shin

I felt it. Wolf. Witch. Something darker. Deeper. I threw him into the side of the cliff like he weighed nothing. “RUN,” I growled, voice not my own. They didn’t wait for me to say it again. Bloodied, furious, they fled into the trees—shouting curses and threats—but they didn’t turn back. I stood there, chest heaving, snow falling in silence again. And then— Darkness. Pain tore through my abdomen, and I dropped to my knees.

A deafening, earth-shattering detonation ripped through the hundred-foot-thick glacial roof of the throne room. Valerius’s head snapped up, his abyssal eyes widening in genuine, unprecedented shock. The entire vaulted ceiling of the Necropolis caved in. Thousands of tons of solid black ice, shattered permafrost, and burning rock rained down into the throne room, obliterating the ancient pillars and entirely crushing Valerius’s frozen throne into dust. And falling right through the center of the apocalyptic debris, like a god of war cast down from the heavens, was King Silas Vane.

Chapter 30: The Closing Gate The hell-beast fell with a sound like mountains breaking. Raven’s final command—*End it*—had woven through every thrall on the field. The risen fiends, the reanimated knights, the war-hounds that had once torn Valrosian throats—all turned as one. They swarmed the towering horror in a tide of violet light and black smoke. Claws met bone armor. Blades sank into molten veins. The beast roared once more, a sound that cracked stone and made the rift itself flicker—then it collapsed, knees buckling, wings folding like shattered sails. The last of its summoned spawn died with it.

Ch-83 Before Orion could do something, he fell unconscious on his bed. People who came to ask his attention saw he was ‘sleeping’ and left. In Abigail’s chambers…. The woman who wore a red cloak and adorned the skeleton throne in the Witch Coven appeared out of thin air.

He grabbed Elara from the inner courtyard where she'd been directing healers. One moment she was there, with silver light flaring to shield the wounded guards. The next she was gone, snatched through a shadow rift he'd opened behind her. Rage doesn't cover it. It was something deeper, and primal. My howl shook the towers as I dove, but the rift had already snapped shut. Thorne's laugh echoed in the wind: "The Child of Power is mine. The kingdom will fall." The siege turned into an absolute hell. Blackthorn breached the eastern wall, pouring in like floodwater. I commanded the skies, shifted wolves under me, they all began to divw and rip through, buying time for the ground forces.