Books Similar To Fallen Series Novels & Stories

‎Only one thing stood out. ‎On his right hand... ‎He wore a silver ring engraved with a wolf. ‎ ‎Vivian's breathing slowed. ‎"The wolf..." ‎ ‎"The same symbol from Project Phoenix," Michael finished. ‎ ‎walter nodded. ‎"Whoever removed that missing page..." ‎"...works for the same organization." ‎ ‎Silence filled the room. ‎Vivian looked at Michael. ‎"This is bigger than either of us imagined." ‎ ‎He nodded. ‎"Which is why we need to stop investigating separately."

Yet after everything they had uncovered over the past week, impossible was becoming alarmingly common. The footsteps resumed. Slow. Measured. Descending the grand staircase. Neither Damian nor Seraphina looked away. The beam from Damian's flashlight illuminated the staircase just as a figure emerged from the shadows. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Gray threaded through dark hair. Older than the photographs. Harder. His face carried the weight of years spent hiding. Years spent surviving. But the resemblance was undeniable. The same eyes. The same sharp features. The same Blackwood blood. Damian stared.

Jessa’s hands were unsteady as she reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from Clarissa’s pale face, her fingers trembling with the weight of grief and desperation. Clarissa, who had once been a beacon of life and joy, was now still—her eyes closed, her smile gone, her vibrant spirit snuffed out by an unfathomable tragedy. The cruel hand of fate had stolen away someone so precious, someone who had fought for love and freedom, someone who had stood up against an evil that sought to crush them all. Jessa couldn’t understand how it was possible. The pain was too raw, too real, and it seemed like it would consume her if she allowed it. The world had become a darker place without Clari

My wolf’s reaction to Evelyn is getting ridiculous. Once in the library, I search first for books about lycans and werewolves. The difference in our species doesn’t explain much, if anything, since I can hear the thoughts of other werewolves. Besides, I also can’t hear Sophia’s thoughts, and she’s a lycan. It’s a start though. I wonder also if the reason I can’t hear Evelyn’s thoughts is related to that little pocket of her I can feel in my chest. Though if that’s the case, since I also can’t hear Sophia’s thoughts, why don’t I have a pocket version of her in my chest?

As Esme was closer to the pool, she fell first and to everyone around, it looked like Esme pulled Nicole instead of the other way around. "Ahh.."

Stepped into the trap. Now I just had to survive it. The elevator descended, carrying me back to ground level. Back to reality. Except reality had just shifted into something I didn’t recognize. And there was no going back.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”