A Thousand Shall Fall Book Novels & Stories

Look in front of me and saw the blurry version of a figure who's hands are pointing at me as if hes blessing me or something like that but then I can't be sure since my vision is really blurry and and I think it is about to fade. The only thing I know is that he seems to get taller and taller and taller.... as if I am turning smaller like ants. Thud And before I can say that I'm falling on the ground. My feet suddenly feel numb. A million of stars shining in the sky As a millions of wind strings flying so high A million of raindrops forming a big and massive sea And a million of life being taken that only I can see There is a million of soldiers fighting for their life A million of Warrior

Jenefer ignored that feeling, telling herself that she should be enjoying instead of worrying, but by the time they went on their separate ways, that feeling worsened, to the point that it made Jenefer uncomfortable. She was walking along an alleyway towards her house when she doubled over, the feeling that followed was the strangest of all, it felt like all the living daylights were fading off from her as she fell and the ground grew closer and closer. And by the time she was on the ground, she was already a goner. - Camera shutters were heard from left and right as flashes lit up the night. The police were bustling around, trying to keep the onlookers and the journalists at bay and to prev

And there’s Rhea, standing on an altar of flame, her arms outstretched and her eyes hollowed to ash. The Crown burns above her. Dragons scream in the sky. The Veil collapses again. And then- She falls. A spear of white light rips through her chest. I jolt back into the present with a scream caught in my throat. "No, no, no," I whisper, palms shaking. I’ve seen many futures but this feels fixed. I hear the Moon Goddess again, but softer this time. "One must fall for the other to rise." I want to scream. I want to rip this vision from my bones. But it won't go.

The world then slowly turned from the faded blue to pitch darkness and I knew it was over. I was dead. **** My body began to fall. I knew that I should have been scared. I should have been screaming and grasping at whatever I could find to cushion the fall. But I stayed calm. If anything, it felt free. I was free. I welcomed the fall. I welcomed whatever pain that would come with it. Because I deserved it. I had failed. I could only pray that Fiona found a way to counter Willow’s magic. If not, they might not stand a chance.

They sort of advertised the book itself with their efforts. As the scene of the character―Kate, came and her devious plans to manipulate her fiance―the male lead, to steal away all the wealth from the character, Milley―the audience erupted in loud murmurs. Some even shouted out their reactions blatantly, earning a few disturbed looks from the rest.

I didn't know why but out of all the boys in school, my heart decided to fall for The Decadence of The Fallen's "Ice Prince" and lead vocalist. A nobody falling for the most popular boy in school had to be the greatest cliché of the century. A sort of cosmic joke that the universe decided to play on a mere mortal like me. And everyone in the whole universe seems to be laughing but me...

Anger rises so fast it makes my vision blur. “They turned my whole line into a secret lock,” I say. Kael looks at me, then back at the page. His voice is colder now. “There’s more.” He turns another page. This time the words appear faster, like they’ve been waiting too long to be read. If the gate opens fully, the packs will not fall by fang or war. They will fall by hunger from the old dark beneath them. Silence. The torch in Kael’s hand cracks softly. Neither of us moves. “Hunger?” I say finally.

He looks directly at me when he says it. The music starts. The first new song is slow. Haunting. Piano and his voice. The lyrics are about emptiness. About feeling nothing while everyone watches. The crowd is silent. Just listening. I'm shooting but also hearing every word. The second song is faster. Angry. About pushing people away to protect yourself. The third song destroys me. It's called "Three Feet." The chorus: **You're standing three feet from me / But I can't reach across / I built these walls myself / Now I'm paying the cost**

My scarred, burned flesh met his calloused, unyielding grip. "Then grab your shovels, Corren," I said, my voice carrying across the silent, waiting plaza. "We have forty-nine anchors to drop. And we are not stopping until the whole world beats as one." Chapter 111: The Descent of the First There is a terrifying intimacy in digging your own salvation out of the dirt.

The words landed heavier than anything he had said before. A chill ran through me. “That’s not possible,” I said instinctively. “Everything ends.” “Everything you know,” he corrected. He lifted his hand, and the air seemed to bend with it, the energy pulling tighter, focusing, the symbols responding like they were alive, like they recognized him. “Kings fall,” he said, “empires crumble, power fades, even the strongest are reduced to nothing in time.” The ground beneath him pulsed, “But I will not.”