A Fall From Grace Novels & Stories

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.

Karma shook her head in disbelief. "You dumb bitch! You're a traitor, you should've told me so I won't use this shit" they laughter was enveloped by the song in the radio. Karma sniffed hard through the cold breeze of the night. "Oh the smell of the blood with ecstasy", Kieran smirked at her before disappearing into thin air. "I told that goddamn thing not to show off" she whispered to herself.

I have midnight black hair, and the tips of my hair are silver. When I was 17 my hair slowly started to change the tips from black to silver. I thought it was cool. I told Alpha Jax and the rest of them; they did as much research as possible to see why and they never produced anything. I walked down the hall to the dinner room where everyone eats. I’m so deep in thought that someone bumps into me. “Sorry about that I wasn’t looking where I was going” the next thing I know. I’m slapped across the face and all my training kicks in and grab their hand and bring it around to behind the guys and bring him to his knees and growl “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME!!” “JAZ!!” I look u

And as if that wasn't enough, he added, "If we choose to be the bad guys, we must be prepared for a tragic ending. Don't be mean and so fragile at the same time that you can't handle the consequence of failing." Grace was speechless. She looked at him and was very curious to know if he was defeated by Irvin and lost everything, would he still be able to speak so casually? But then, realizing that if he did lose, things would be even worse for her, she felt even more pathetic. She had lived her life so cautiously. She didn't deserve to be treated like this. She had lost her mother at a young age and was raised by an abusive stepmother. Her life had been full of hardships.