A Fall From Grace Novels & Stories

It was a powerful feeling, to be the bringer of death. Grace continued to come to him as she fell further and further into madness. That last rejection snapped something inside of her. He liked to think that it was her last grasp of reality. For a while he thought he was the catalyst of her insanity. However, it was always there. She left a perfect life in search of something she would have. Grace had everything. A man that essentially worshipped her. An heiress of high society. And she left all of that, chasing some dream, chasing an adventure.

"How does it feel to fall from grace?” Martins stopped, turning to face his brother. "You’ve always enjoyed seeing me fail, haven’t you? And do you think you are doing too much,Fall from grace? Really..” Luke shrugged. "What can I say? It’s entertaining." Martins took a step closer, his voice low and dangerous. "You think this is funny?” Luke’s smirk faded slightly. “Yes, I just think it’s about time you faced some reality. Not everything goes your way, Martins."

Jasmine started to fade before she could continue. Gabriel waited in front of the throne on his knee bowing to the Almighty as he felt ashamed. Yet another soul was regained and the earth now was out of balance and corrupted by one person. One measly woman. His fists clenched and he contained the anger from his lips as he spoke. He had never been so humiliated. “No need to feel humiliated, my child. There are certain things in this world that you do not understand.” The Almighty replied, in a blanket of warmth surrounding Gabriel, not at all upset as he thought The Almighty should be.

"Senior.. let me tell you about a demigod named Narcissus. Evidently, the idea of narcissism comes from him." Successfully able to stop the banter, Jeremy made Ken too eagerly listen to him. "It is said here in Metamorphosis, that Narcissus fell in love with his reflection on the water and treated all his admirers both Male and Female—of various species, badly. He desired himself and literally kissed his own reflection." "Looks like someone sitting right beside me." Monroe deadpanned, enraging Ken. The banter should have mediated, but seeing the turn of events, Jeremy groaned sadly. Did he make things worse?

I watched him leave as I doused the cigarette. My foolish little brother could have Whitney. What I truly wanted was to see both of them fall from grace.

Falling, fast and reckless, for something that could burn me—or burn me alive in the most intoxicating way possible. Some desires… aren’t meant to be tamed. Some people… aren’t meant to be resisted. And I was already caught in both.

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

While returning from the last errand which was for her to get some soft drinks for the entire crew, Grace felt like her head was swimming. She swayed on the stairs as a wave of dizziness hit her, causing her to lose her balance, the crate of drinks fell down the stairs with a loud crashing sound. In that moment she thought of how her life was such a mess and how she was going to just die from such a fall without even getting to see Penny one last time. Without saving herself and her sister from Camila's clutches. Grace tried to hold onto something to prevent her fall, but there was absolutely nothing for her to hold.

"I don't know why I'm like this. Please don't hate me." And then, just like that, she was gone. The fires of her Fall, her punishment, burned her wings skeletal, broke them beyond repair as her Ring—her halo—twisted and shattered to the crown of horns that circled her head. The burning light of her banishment diminished my elder sister until she was nothing but the shadow of who she was, disfigured and beastly, and soon not even that remained. The stone cracked beneath bent legs, and the Grace had forced her back down into the darkness, sealing her back in her prison.