Deadfall Book Novels & Stories

💥 Silver light flooded the room. Everyone turned. And froze. 😨 A figure stepped inside. A familiar figure. Tall. Covered in silver armor. Ancient symbols glowing across his chest. ✨ The Keeper. 💀 But something was different. Very different. His armor was cracked. His face pale. His eyes filled with urgency. 🌙 “The city is falling.” ⸻ 🌙 The Crack In The Sky Outside— The giant crack above the Forgotten World continued growing. 🌌 Reality itself was tearing apart.

“Thirty of my people are dead. And my future queen nearly joined them.” Silence. Not the empty kind—the measured, deliberate pause of a predator assessing a threat. Then: “Explain.” “They breached Moonfall,” I continued, voice tight, anger carefully leashed. “No scent. No warning. Moved like a shadow. The wards didn’t scream—they were dismantled. From the inside.” Another pause. I can hear him thinking. I hate that I can. “This wasn’t a wolf tactic,” Cain says finally. “And it wasn't a vampire.”

And then she vanished. Not in flame. But in silence. Banished, unmade. Isabella fell to her knees, heart racing, body scorched. Arthur breathed. Just barely. The Hollow shifted. Watching. Waiting. And from the spire, Cathros began to descend. ------- The descent of Cathros was not loud. It did not herald itself with trumpets or great thunderclaps. It was the slow unraveling of hope, the suffocating heaviness of ancient dread seeping through the bones of the Hollow.

The future of Noxin Technologies was painfully predictable—there was no future. With Melvin's addition to the team, our projects progressed smoothly, the game launched on time, and within three days, it topped the download charts. Less than two weeks later, Noxin declared bankruptcy. As I stood outside the building, I saw Daniel. He looked a mess—haggard, with deep shadows under his eyes, unshaven, and his shirt wrinkled beyond repair. He looked like a man completely defeated, the confident, aloof persona he'd once carried was nowhere to be found.

LEGACY Dawn broke over the Highlands the way dawn breaks after the longest nights, slowly, almost hesitantly, as though the sky itself needed time to trust that morning had actually arrived. Elara stood at the mouth of the Ashfall platform, watching gray light spread across hills that had guarded a secret for longer than she'd been alive. She thought, standing there, of everything that had led to this exact moment, a billionaire's death that had seemed, back when this all began, like nothing more than an unusual audit. A hidden account.

The explosions above us thunder like an ongoing artillery barrage, shaking the stone walls so hard that dust cascades down our backs in continuous streams. With one final, herculean burst of speed, Daryl lunges through the splintered oak frame of the upper exit, carrying us out of the crumbling ruins just as the entire tunnel system behind us caves in with a deafening, final roar. We tumble onto the stone flags of the upper level, gasping for fresh air as we pull ourselves free from the cloud of debris, battered and bruised, but miraculously alive and victorious against the underground collapse. Yet, the relief of escaping the tomb vanishes the moment we take in our surroundings above ground

For being right and for being right out loud where I had to hear it. We climbed the last of it past noon. I read the ground the whole way because I can't not, it's the one thing in me the valley didn't break, and the ground told a story I didn't want. A deer had come down this slope. Four days back. Moving fast and moving wrong, the gait splayed, the prints too far apart. I found where it stopped. Not where something caught it. Where it fell. No tooth in it, no claw, none of the honest reasons a deer ends up on its side. It lay there under a skin of frost that had no business living through it.

" I don’t turn a person into a bookworm. You should give it a try. Reading is fun. " His fingers slid through the spines of the book. "Will you let me borrow your books?" Yes, yes. Just take care of them. " I don’t usually lend books to other people. He’s a friend, and he saved me from death. Lending him a book every week or so was not a huge distraction. "I suggest a thriller book for beginners and guys like you." "Are they good?" "They were fantastic." I walked toward him and picked up a book for him to take to his place. I chose a third-person point of view for my domestic thriller. The one that crept up on me one time. "Try this."

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

“You do” “I’m an Alpha. I feel when pack members die. We can talk about it later. He squeezed my hand as we ran towards the fighting when a mighty roar filled the air. Liam slowed, as did Noah and Asher. It looks like we won. As we stepped through the clearing, all fighting had stopped. Red Rock pack looked stunned as they looked down at their fallen Alpha.