A Day Of Fallen Night Novels & Stories

Vaskra spoke those last words, took one last breath and gave up the ghost. The badge fell from Betty's numb fingers as she slowly fell on her knees, tears running down her cheeks. "No," she whispered. "No, it can't be..." Hendrix stood frozen, his expression closed up. Return Of The Fallen It had been four long and painful days since Ava had been locked up. She could already sense the presence of the blood moon appearing in the sky and her moon seal slowly fading away. Visions of the night of the coming war kept replaying in her mind. The prison door opened slowly. Kaira walked in first, her head held high like a queen entering her castle. But it was the person behind her that made Ava's blo

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

We were near a small clearing, and I thought I could sketch the landscape. I sang softly to the song that I asked them to play at my fathers funeral, "Yelling at the sky, Screaming at the world. Baby, why'd you go away? I’m still your girl, Holding on too tight, Head up in the clouds, Heaven only knows where you are now..." Hunter laid across my legs, as I drew in my book. "How do I love? How do I love again? How do I trust, How do I trust again? I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most, I put the record on, wait ’til I hear our song. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost..." I pulled out the unopened

The morning after, the city felt too bright, too loud, and too real. My apartment, usually my sanctuary, seemed smaller, suffocating, as though it had shrunk to match the size of my anxiety. I couldn’t stop thinking about him—the way he had appeared out of the night, the brush of his fingers, the fire of his kiss. The pull hadn’t faded; if anything, it had grown stronger.

The nights were the hardest, as the moon's light cast a haunting glow upon her fur, igniting her bloodlust. On this particular night, the moon was full and radiant, and Astrid could feel the transformation taking hold. She tried to resist, to maintain her human form, but the beast within her was relentless. As the moon reached its peak in the sky, Astrid's body convulsed, and she fell to her knees, crying out in pain. Her bones cracked and shifted, her limbs stretched and reshaped, and her senses heightened to a feverish pitch.

Rohan told her and she reluctantly did so. She smiled as she placed her hand on his shoulders. Just as soon as his hand wrapped her waist, she noticed Damien staring at her behind Rohan. “Damien?” she called and immediately, her legs wobbled. The heel from her shoe broke, and she fell to the floor, while the crowd gasped.

still broken I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw a reflection of a guy who still had cut marks on the side of his wrists, a guy who was deep down still a puddle of dark mess, even though he was, he felt like he was happy now Such irony, and it made me finally realize that maybe I was, I have being ruined and broken to the extend, that there was, and would never truly be any place....Lucas might be my happiness now, but no matter what, I was still the same fool who cuts him, the same fool who lost everything, the same fool that being happy was just like a day, it comes, and then it would leave, it always leaves in the end, and leaves us with the dark nights, the dark awful nights, so wh

Queen Anabella's POV The day was still whining down and...I never saw Anita for the rest of the time after she had acted all like a weirdo. It was the 2nd of April and she fooled me into thinking it was the 1st. My heart sprinted when she told me he had crossed my obstacle. If he did then...I won't have any other choice than die with him...or lose to him. He'd been the kind of vampire I never saw before. I need to make sure the angel wakes up on our side before I fight Cedino. I sough when the weather's fresh air hauled inside me. It was so nice that I didn't know how I fell asleep in my chamber's seat.

Do not break. The silver eyes in the trees brightened, shifting, tightening their circle. The sun slipped fully below the horizon. And the night fell.

"You'll always have the right to tell me to stop." When he lowered his lips to mine, I didn't flinch. Even when pain mingled with the pleasure and I lost my breath, he never hurried me like Giovanni would. He would stroke my back until I relaxed. Afterward, he cradled me in his arms. He gently combed my hair with his fingers. "Are you alright?" I nodded and burrowed against his chest. "Better than alright. I never knew it could actually be… good." … The next morning, I woke from a nightmare.