Tristan Legend Of The Fall Novels & Stories

"I will not be silent while they slander me." Lydia laughed and sat close to Jethro, still dressed in crimson silk that clung to her body, her goblet filled with blood. "How noble and foolish, still playing the victim when you crawled into Tristan's arms behind your husband's back." "That's a lie," I shouted, my voice cracking. "I never did that!" Tristan slammed his hand against the table. "Enough, Lydia." His voice was lethal. Her smirk widened. "What will you do, Tristan Slater Castovian, the forbidden one from Nightbone pack! The Council should have burned you long ago."

My brother argued. "Celine." The realisation snapped in my mind. My mate. Was she. Was she the princess? My father nodded, I knew my mother would have told him about my mate. "Son, I need you to get her to open up. No one is allowed to know about this. Find out what you can and we will try to locate the girls missing father." My father was the Alpha, he could use his aura to force the other packmembers into secrecy but he wouldn't use it on his kids.

I said, my hand moving to the hilt of my sword, hoping that my sacrifice would earn me a seat in the Underworld as I prepared myself to leap, knowing that the rocks at the foot of the falls would make it swift. The apparition came in front of me. I skidded to a stop as it put up its palm, flames, and smoke drifting from it.Then fingers seized onto my wrist, dragging me away from the brink. I yelled, knowing that it was Melisande . Certain that I’d failed; yet the chest I was hauled against was Tristan’s.Where you go, I go,” he continued, yanking me back upstream.And I’m not letting you go to the Underworld without me at your side.”

But not only mine. Because fate, it seems, is a cruel thing, and Serena Nikolai and I are its favorite fates to ruin. She didn’t look at me right away. Her gaze was fixed on the flickering strands, on the confusion. On him. Always him. Across the circle, Tristan looked like a man standing in the wreckage of his own lies, he still had his stupid confident facade, yes, but cracking. His shoulders tight. His mouth a grim line. The medallion at his feet like a dropped crown, proof of betrayal no one could ignore anymore.

Lyla asked me this time, I could tell she was too weak to fight because I have gotten something that she wouldn't want the world to ever know about. “Let's meet.” I said to her and ended the call. I could finally breathe after ending the call with Lyla. Now we are even, she either changes the story or I bring her down. “What were you saying about someone that eloped and lied to me?” The question shocked me so much that I had to jump up from my bed. Tristan heard everything we talked about that's why he's here to find out if what he heard is true. “I don't u derstan what you're talking about.” I struggled to tell him even though I tried not to stammer. Tristan wasn't moved by my lie so I wa

He yanks the pants down, baring me to him, and everything that happens next is instinct. I wrap my good leg around his torso and roll us off the bed. I try to brace myself with my uninjured arm, but I still cry out when my casted leg thunks to the floor. I hear a crunch from Lucas as I fall on top of him. I’m sure this wouldn’t have worked at all if he didn’t think I was less healed than I actually am.

Tristan I didn’t mean to fall for her. I fought it. I buried it. I ignored it. But now, it was all I could feel. Even as I rode back toward the palace, Vanessa beside me with her soft laughter still echoing in my ears, I realized that something had shifted not just between us, but within me. It was terrifying. Because Alpha Tristan, son of the great Alpha Theo who came from the lineage of warriors, heir to the bloodline of rulers didn’t fall. I didn’t lose control. I didn’t allow emotions to interfere with duty.

- Show me what happened to Ira. The bright light dimmed for a short time, as if embarrassed. But it immediately exploded into a myriad of stars, dragging Tristan down. The world swam, and the young man closed his eyes... Tristan hovered above the ground. Forests, streams and cities rushed by below him. My head was spinning from the speed of the flight. Having mastered the surging nausea, the young man began to recognize the area. These were the views of Liguria. He was approaching his native castle. Like a disembodied spirit, Lord Tantario rushed through the walls. His eyes widened in amazement: there was a massacre in the castle. The pictures changed quickly, the figures seemed like smoky g

Twins are an abomination in the Kingdom of Varnholt. By law, the mother and both children are to be beheaded—no exceptions, not even for the Queen. To save her children, the Queen makes an impossible choice. She keeps her newborn son, Amias, as the kingdom's beloved heir and secretly sends her daughter, Azubah, away to be raised in the distant hills. Seven years later, the prince is dead. With the kingdom on the brink of chaos, the Queen returns for the daughter she abandoned, forcing Azubah to bury her name and become Prince Amias—the heir to a throne built on a lie. Now, surrounded by ruthless nobles, deadly conspiracies, and enemies lurking within the palace walls, Azubah m

"The prophecy shown to me by the moon goddess shows a crimson moon, the kingdom of Trinigad enveloped in darkness. Blood. Mountains of body. Packs abandoned. Children displaced. The demons of Gehenna. It shows that the kingdom of Trinigad would spill blood under the rule of Lycans-" Another uproar broke out in the room, this time, louder than the former. I, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about the prophecy sage Bernadette had passed. She had to be mistaken, because there was no way the fall of the kingdom of Trinigad would be because of the rulership of Lycan. Besides, the only living Lycan family in existence were my family — the Trinigads, so that only meant that the Kingdom of