After The Altar Falls Novels & Stories

Dante held me as if I might vanish, but I no longer had the strength to push him away. Professor Shaw came to my side. “Aria, can you hear me?” I looked at her through the blur. “My baby…” Her expression changed, but her voice stayed steady. “We’re taking you to the institute medical center now.” As they lifted me onto the stretcher, Dante tried to follow. Professor Shaw stopped him with one look. “You had your chance to protect her.” The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Dante standing in the hall, covered in my blood, while the wedding ring box lay open at his feet.

“You don’t get to protect me from my own choices.” He exhaled slowly. “You’re stubborn.” “I learned from the best,” she replied. That night, Ethan lay awake staring at the ceiling. The doors were closing. But for the first time, he wasn’t alone in the hallway. PART 2 WHEN STANDING STILL IS A STATEMENT The gala was quieter than Maya expected. Not subdued polished. Controlled. The kind of event where every smile was calculated and every laugh landed exactly where it was meant to. Crystal lights hung overhead, reflecting off marble floors. Music floated through the air without demanding attention.

To save the world, the bird must clip its wings. I looked down from the altar. I saw my mates standing far below me. I saw Jax, Cole, Dominic, and Merek. They were reaching out for me, their faces full of love and desperation. But as I watched, their hands began to crumble. They were turning into gray ash, blowing away in the freezing wind. I tried to scream their names, but my throat was filled with salt and dry dust. I was falling, tumbling into a blinding white light that felt like the end of everything.

Aliya growls. My angel's entire body is glowing along with her beautiful eyes. I look past Morrison to see her gaze fixed on a who I am guessing is Harlow and a guy. I am guessing that the guy is Liam but I am not sure. I hear more howling and I know that means that King Luthar and his guys are close. I watch as she levitates herself off the ground. You can her immense power floating in the air. I see Tallyn and Lailani come running out the front door but just as they go to step down they disappear. Just as I thought she sent them to Alpha Riccardo. I get a link from Luke letting me know that his uncles have surrounded the area with their guys so no one can escape. Something tells me

Love and Light was Vanessa’s first home, her church—the one place where her fears dissipated, and sanity embraced her reality. Her mother taught her the values of living a good Christian life, and even taught her how to pray her first prayers before meals. It had been that way longer than Vanessa could remember, and every Sunday always seemed even more beautiful than the previous Sunday—the choir sang more cheerfully, the preaching was more fulfilling and the smiles she got from everyone around her were more inspiring. And it was this way every Sunday, until one Sunday when Vanessa learnt her boyfriend she had been dating for two years was cheating on her.

Dain barked, dragging her forward. “But Kael—” Elara tried to turn back toward the shattered altar, the spot where he had disappeared. Dain shook her hard enough to rattle her teeth. “He made his choice. Now we have to survive it.” Behind them, the ground caved in completely, swallowing the last remnants of the altar in a deafening roar. Dark vines slithered from the abyss, twisting and coiling like living nightmares. Elara didn’t realize she was crying until she tasted the salt on her lips.

Ilsa is in the center with her band of Uncut souls, showing them how to rewrite the stories they never were told. And Kaelen… Was alone. On his knees. Staring at a grave. With my name on the stone. But then the visions reversed. Faster. Vira ascending. Uncut souls burning. The altar was buried in ash. The mountain is crumbling from within. The Academy throne was vacant—and filled by another shadow. Neither Kaelen. Nor me. Nor anyone I recognized. And Elara, screaming. I yanked my hand away. The mirror pulsed once and exploded into mist. The world vanished. And I was falling again.

"You didn't sign a protection agreement. You signed a Soul-Reaping Invoice. You're feeding the Alpha's marrow to the machine." Ryan dropped his head, his scent of sea salt and iron turning sharp with a rationalized grief. The floor beneath our boots didn’t just vanish. It surrendered. Basalt dissolved into crimson radiance. We fell—not into a hole, but into the Soul Altar. Wind screamed past my ears, smelling of sulfur and scorched hide. It wasn't a roar that followed us down. It wasn't an explosion. It was a Howl.

By the end I was a wreck sobbing, shaking, covered in cum and sweat. He finally collapsed beside me on the altar, pulling me into his arms, cock still half-hard against my thigh. Lucas finally pulled out of me, his cock slick and glistening in the morning light, cum dripping from my pussy in thick, warm strands onto the altar cloth. The church was bathed in soft gold, the sun rising through the stained glass, turning the saints into witnesses of our final hour. I thought he was done. He wasn’t. He grabbed my ankles, yanked my legs wide, and slammed back into my pussy with one vicious thrust.

He smiled that blinding smile, and I felt like a giddy school girl with her first crush. “Hello, mate”, he whispered before leaning down and kissing me. I pulled him close, deepening the kiss, when I heard several people clearing their throats loudly. I pulled away from Nate, my face flushing with embarrassment whilst Nate merely pulled me close and wrapped his arm around me as we faced the crowd now surrounding us. “Your Alpha is dead”, he boomed. “Where is your Beta.” “I'm right here”, Justin spat, glaring at me. Nathan stepped in front of me, blocking his view. “Do we have a problem, Beta?”