Throne Of The Fallen Vk Novels & Stories

Everything is a blur as I get shoved down in front of the man sitting on the throne. I feel a hand roughly grab my hair and rip my head back, aligning my eyes with the king. Hands chained behind my back, tired and weakened from the fight I had already given. I stare straight back at the eyes studying me. Black. Nothing but black.

I take a few steps back in order to get a jump start as I make my way up to the top while Atlas and Shaun use their werewolf powers to knock a big branch that fell next to the van as I hit the rooftop. "I told you he would come in handy." Saf says as I look over the age to see the two men inspecting the van. "You"l have time to say I told you so later, now we need to find Thalia." I walk over to a roof window and kneel down to get a better view.

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.

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.