Avenged 7 Fold So Far Away Novels & Stories

"To be honest, when I saw you this afternoon, I just felt irritated to death. I wanted you gone. That’s why, when you handed me the divorce papers, I didn’t even think. I just signed." His voice cracked, softer now, "But when you walked away without looking back… my heart clenched. And when that chandelier fell, my body just moved on instinct. You cannot get hurt. You cannot leave me." My tears spilled before I could stop them. Ethan’s eyes went red. He fumbled for tissues, trying to wipe my tears. I caught his wrist and took the tissues myself.

He was always minding his business and saw Lacian's irritation for him as a normal way of life. All the Angels in Dulmore had a mark at the left side of their chest. It was a kind of big Loop in circles with a lock in the middle of it. When a seed is borne, Ichabod personally instills the mark on their chest, welcoming them to the deepest celestial pit and brotherhood of Dulmore. It would be a big festival, because new born seeds are rare and would always occur, thrice in a year.

Hey guys, I want to thank everyone that was with me throughout the journey of this book and i appreciation you guys for supporting me even in my inconsistency. I want to use this medium to announce that Fallen Apart has finally come to an end. Yeah, it’s a bit heartbreaking to close the Chapter of Aria and Dave forever.

I was too occupied to notice. He had never worked closely with me before, so he was bound to skip my mind. It used to be Qusack, Ingham, and Grant, but now it was Qusack, Grant, and Abraham. I still needed to get used to the change. I knew Ingham fought in the woods; I saw his wolf. "How many casualties?" I asked Abraham. "Seven werewolves. Three women and four young men," He said, and I felt terrible because I knew they weren't warriors.

“I’m just thankful that we are still your mates, I was worried that things would end up being different with you not being a fallen.” I shook my head in shock. “What’s a fallen?” “They were angels in past lives and they’re used as tools to combat demons. They’re extremely rare because they’re normally killed off but you had survived. Baby, what I’m telling you is the truth.” He said. “This is a bit much for me to digest honestly, I barely know any of you.” I told him. A fallen? What’s he going on about things being different? I’m so confused. “I made you fall in love with me once, I’ll do it again.” He approached me and I felt tingles, proving that we were mates. He rested his forehead on to

The strings of the guitars Wiped out by the white silence Today I want to tell my story That I can't end My thoughts are clumped together like a snowdrift Let me tell you my story in this song Can you hear it? I'll sing it for you. Hyomi was taken aback. That voice? A very distinctive husky voice. Heavy, yet soft to hear. Usually, she would have cursed and chased the voice's owner out of her tent, but this time she gave it a chance. That wasn't bad. Hyomi's frantic mood would be calmed a bit by the singing. Again, although Hyomi did not like that person, she did not deny that he was very talented.

[Victor’s POV] After finishing my second bottle of whiskey, I was drunk. The pain from my severed fingers on my left hand seemed numbed by the alcohol, but the pain in my heart only grew. With a creak, the door was pushed open. I suddenly sat upright. I struggled to my feet and reached out carefully, as if touching a fragile illusion that might shatter at any moment. My voice came out in broken fragments. “Rachel… you’re back…” “Darling, what’s wrong with you?”

Rick froze. He teetered on the edge of the rooftop, his body swaying as a flicker of confusion crossed his eyes—only to be quickly replaced by deeper, more violent madness. "Lies! You're all lying to me!" Clutching his head, he screamed in anguish. "I don't believe it! You all despise me! You just want to see me fail! Mom and Dad are dead, no one can prove anything—you can say whatever you want!"