Classic X Fell Novels & Stories

“You’ll fall faster than you realize.” The tension between us was electric. My heart thundered. I felt the heat of him, the power, the danger, the pull of something I couldn’t resist. Every nerve ending screamed, every thought of caution drowned under the rush of desire. I knew it was reckless. I knew it was dangerous. But I couldn’t stop.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

She asked as they left the apartment. “Well Xavier walked in smelling of what I believe you were drinking, some kind of alcohol, and walked into your room…” Jasmine immediately started to turn red as blood rushed to her cheeks and she started to become embarrassed. “No not that…how did you find Chase Fallon? Where did you go last night?” “I went to the beginning. The club that seemed to be the center of it all.” “You went to see Raina? The Temptress?” Jasmine turned to him around to look at her as she was ready to fuss.

Jaz POV The Moon Valley Pack is located a few miles from the Pacific Ocean and between two large mountains that separate us from the rest of the world. When you sit on the cliff that is not too far from the pack. You can see the Ocean and then you can look up and see the moon. I came across the cliff when I was 17 while on my nightly run at 11. Ever since Alpha Jax, Bata James, and Sam found me they brought me back to the pack. They gave me 2 weeks to heal and pass every test that the doctors gave to me. Then they began training me to be the best of the best. Fist they wanted to learn everything about me. From where I came from, what happened to me and of course I could tell them anything be

The glass slipped from someone's hand and shattered on the floor. The people across from me stood up, and the first thing they saw was my disheveled clothes. Someone let out a low whistle. I clutched my shirt tightly, my eyes red. "Josh, where are you?" Josh had just taken a step forward when a waiter walked up and blocked him. "Miss, this is a high-end private club. It's not a place for someone like you." I was dressed head to toe in cheap online knockoffs, my messy bun tilting to one side. I looked completely out of place.

He had gone to the staffroom earlier and collected all of the English language classes scheduled from the former English teacher who had been fired because of him. When he entered the classroom, all of the students gave him weird looks and reactions. The only thing they had in common was that they all found him fascinating. He was wearing a suit and pulling his hair back into a ponytail. In the ancient town of Crestfall, it was unusual to dress in this manner. This community places a high priority on tradition and rarely does anything new. It took ten years after the air conditioner was invented before the town agreed to use it. Because of the high level of intelligence directing this town,

Translation: a slow, awkward partner dance class taught by a barefoot man named Sky who believed eye contact was the key to salvation. Ivy looked like she’d rather walk on hot coals. “You’ll begin by matching your partner’s breath,” Sky said in a soothing voice. “Then mirror their movement. Flow together as one unit.” I turned to Ivy and waggled my eyebrows. “Ready to breathe together, babe?” “If you call me ‘babe’ again, I will strangle you with a yoga strap,” she muttered. We moved through the motions, horribly out of sync at first. I swayed left. She stepped right. I leaned in. She flinched back like I was holding a live snake.

Zachary, who cared so much about his reputation, finally had no choice but to slam the necrospermia diagnosis on the table the third time Tiffany caused a scene. "You think I didn't see those videos of you with other men? I have necrospermia. You go sleep with other men and try to pin it on me? Keep dreaming!" "Did you see those videos?" Tiffany asked. "How the hell did you even get a hold of them?" When Tiffany was publicly confronted with the truth, she nearly lost it. She charged at Zachary with a scream, desperate to tear his mouth off. But she was no match for him. In the chaos of their struggle, she lost the baby.

Another barked. “ Calm down, I need to pass the messages across before that…” the MC spat. “ We don't care just say it!” Vicky yelled. “ Okay, okay…I will!” he paused, swallowed hard and then turned to the car. “ Veloxa E50 was produced by none other than Jayden Huxley!” The MC announced. Some guests stood up shocked while others screamed in jubilation. Jayden workers ran out from the crowd and headed to the contestants post where they pushed the other contestants aside and grabbed Jayden.

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us