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.

His soul would shatter and then come back as one. ************************ The longhouse shifted into a small mud-brick house that hadn’t really changed the small things in the house. Willow lay on the furs, sleeping so deeply that the slight sound of the wind shifting the doeskin over the door didn’t wake her. When a hand touched her skin, Willow jerked upright. The eyes that met hers shocked her. Falling Feather had died, or that is what she had been told. When her eyes cleared from the deep sleep, she noticed that this wasn’t Falling Feather. She pulled the fur to cover herself, not wanting this strange man to see her nude.

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)

Forever. End of book 36

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?

With the deafening roar of the avalanche echoing in his ears, the ruthless King of Wall Street, the Shield of Humanity, plummeted into the cascading sea of white, swallowed whole by the falling mountain. (End of Chapter 128)