Deadfall Book Novels & Stories

“You left this behind.” “How? What?” Amilia stammered. “You were busy with other things so I figured that I’ll just pick this up for you,” the Fallen shamelessly said. “I mean, you were supposed to be somewhere, right? What are you doing here?” Amilia looked around her but there was no other being in sight aside from the both of them. She looked at the Fallen again and to the grimoire in his hands. She walked up to him and tried to get the book but the Fallen was quick to dodge her hand and raised the book. Because he was taller than her, reaching it would be a problem.

“I’m not here for pretty.” “Good.” He pulls. The grate shifts with a harsh scrape. Too loud. We both freeze. Footsteps. Close. “Over here!” a Hunter shouts. Josh looks at me. “Now or never.” I don’t hesitate. I drop down first. The fall is short but rough, landing in shallow water that splashes up my legs. The air is damp, cold, thick with the smell of rust and decay. Josh drops in after me, pulling the grate back into place above us.

For a piece glass got lodged right in his throat. Alex collaspsed to the floor, with bright crimson blood shooting from his neck. He was confused as to what just happened, a minute ago he was making resolutions on how he would live in the moment. And now? Well Nigga be sure doing something other than living at the moment. "Life is a joke" alex thought as the light in his eyes dimmed. Alex Anderson was dead. At least he thought he was.

I stuttered as the phone fell from my palm finding its way to the marbled parking lot ground. CHECK OUT BOOK TWO (THE BILLIONAIRE EX-LOVER'S REVENGE)

She even arranged for him to stay in the master bedroom and told me to move into the guest room, all because Adam was frail and required round-the-clock care. I could only comfort myself that no matter what, they were just family. … "Are you even listening to me?" Talia's shrill voice cut through my thoughts. I snapped back to reality and quickly turned on my computer. I pulled up the volcanic eruption forecast, printed it out, and handed it to her. "Canlis Mountain will erupt tonight at midnight at a level-four intensity. The mountain is right next to Bareyard Village!" Talia took the report, skimmed it carelessly, and then ripped it to shreds.

And with three words, I had just pushed him out into the dawn and sealed the door behind him forever. The apartment was a tomb furnished with my failures. I spent the day haunting its sterile spaces, a ghost in my own purgatory. I ate his food, expensive rye bread and artisanal cheese that tasted like ash and watched old reruns on N*****x, the canned laughter a hollow echo in the silence. Every creak of the building, every distant elevator chime, sent a jolt through me. Is that him?

Real security came only from what one built themselves. This time, no one could take what was mine. From now on, I'd live for myself alone. —The End

“I can’t stop it. I… I want it. Even if it’s dangerous.” “Good,” he said. His smirk deepened. “Because desire… obsession… they are not to be denied. And you’re already tangled in the flames.” I wanted to resist, wanted to pull back, wanted to breathe in safety—but the fire had me. My thoughts scattered, my pulse thundering, every nerve alive. Then came the moment I had feared: a slip, a clue I wasn’t ready for. A folded note landed at my feet, damp from the fog. I picked it up, trembling. The words were sharp, precise:

Spitfire, appropriately named, yowled inside the box like she was leading the escape. Ofelia didn’t pass out, not entirely, but by the time I burst into the stairwell, she’d gone limp against me. I radioed out, signaling we were evacuating with a live victim and one extremely vocal feline. She’d tried to do everything on her own, even stayed behind for a damn cat. And I could already tell—this wasn’t going to be the last time Ofelia stormed into my life like a blaze I couldn’t contain. The moment we cleared the threshold and hit the open air, the cold slapped us both like it had something to prove. October in Jersey wasn’t playing around tonight. The wind cut sharply, laced with that dry bit

A few students gawked, not quite believing that the sunshine boy would take up a fight, much less beating the crap out of them. Nathan didn't care about anything at the moment. His head was spinning with anger, blood ringing in his ears. He felt like his being was drowning. Nathan saw himself in Timothy's place, struggling to survive. The boy focused ahead when he felt the warmth around him disappear. His vision captured Timothy pulling a tall man towards him. Whatever the younger said didn't reach Nathan's ears. All he could feel was his ears pounding, body on the verge of giving up. His sight blurred with hot tears, skin tingling when a tender touch rested against his cheek. Nathan tried t