And The Walls Kept Tumbling Down Novels & Stories

Okay, maybe not satisfying enough to be worth dying for. Suddenly, the walls and ceiling began to melt. Heights dripped like glimmering waterfalls. My Charms wailed and writhed in their chains, as droplets fell onto their shoulders, before trailing like tear tracks down their chests. “Son of a bitch…” I snarled.

“It’s a cage. And every choice you make while consumed by it only tightens the bars.” For a moment, silence fell heavy over the room, broken only by the groaning of the fortress as it continued to collapse around them. The bleeding walls pulsed erratically, their crimson veins darkening to black as though infected. Overhead, the vortex of darkness swirled faster, pulling debris and ash into its maw.

I looked back at the woman, but I couldn’t see her anymore. The walls around us began to crumble, pieces falling to the ground with loud crashes. The dining table shook violently, and I tried to stand, but my legs felt like they were sinking into the floor. Everything was falling apart, like it always did. The happiness, the comfort, it was all slipping through my fingers, turning to dust before I could hold onto it.

*Violet’s POV* The walls of my empire, once unassailable, were crumbling like a sandcastle at high tide. The realization was a cold blade twisting in my gut, and with it came the bitter taste of desperation. My corrupted networks, a web I had spun with such precision, now ensnared me in their collapse. "Everything's falling apart," I muttered to myself, pacing the dimly lit room where I'd holed up. The shadows seemed to mock my predicament, whispering of betrayal and downfall.

Then, the digging began. *There must’ve been many more of him to dig so much, because my cave started to shake and rocks began tumbling down around me. Most of the crumbly stiffs were all gone by now, and the ones ones that were still there fell out from between the rocks as dirt began to fall through. First a little, then a lot. Then the roof of my cave began to fall away as I got my first glimpse of the world above. My mouth began to water, probably because I was so hungry, and something starting thumping - hard - inside my chest.

As we moved, the walls seemed to shift, the floor beneath us rumbling like a living creature. The air was thick with tension, every sound amplified in the eerie silence. “We can’t stay here,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “This place is trying to kill us.” “Agreed,” Gareth replied, his jaw clenched. “But where do we go?” Before I could answer, a distant rumble shook the ground, sending us all stumbling. I reached out, bracing myself against the wall as dust and debris rained down from above. “What now?” I muttered, my heart racing. “What else could this place throw at us?”

After the first time, the walls came down fast. Not slowly, not gracefully—they collapsed like a building brought down by controlled demolition, one charge after another until there was nothing left standing between us. We moved through the loft like a fever. The kitchen counter. The shower. The desk where he worked, papers scattered and forgotten while he bent me over its edge and made me forget my own name. Every surface became a memory. Every room held the echo of a sound one of us had made.

“—here and wait for the hole to process it.” They waited for no more than a second before the walls fell like a curtain, a swishing sound echoing around them. Blame stopped breathing when the ground they were supposed to be standing on disappeared and off they went in a never-ending fall. It took Blame’s and Reigna’s voices to crack for them to hit the ground. They catch their breath, spluttered, looked up at the now flat surface of the ceiling, and patted the ground in case it opened again. “Is it—is it always like that?” started Blame the moment she got a hold of herself.

The men begin hammering the walls of the house from below. They hit it from all corners and the whole walls got cracked. A last hard blow and the men ran back. The whole beautiful glorious house collapsed down, breaking every room, window door, and stairs, creating a large thud with lots of dust flying in the air. The little girl hid herself to escape the rushing dust. With the dust and dirt disappearing away when the views were clearer, Loathefiya could see nothing except piles of bricks, fallen wood, and smashed windows with doors.

I stagger back, my chest heaving, my arm trembling as I stare at the damage. The wall is cracked. My knuckles are torn open. Blood drips steadily to the floor. And nothing has changed. She’s still down there. Still scrubbing. Still enduring. And I’m still here. Useless.​