Deadfall Book Novels & Stories

His downfall is destined by the Gods. Pucha is weird! Does this mean Cayden will be defeated and fall? Eight months? Wait, that's almost here... Today is already the 7th month. But shit, this book is written like what? Years ago? Why am I affecting this book? And as it says here, mythology right? That means it's not true. Aish, why did I even read this? So I just closed the book and just looked at the front but my eyes just widened.

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

Her coat dances in the breeze, like the wings of a fallen angel. Fallon’s voice echoed softly, “Do you know where you are?” Rebecca’s cracked lips barely move. “Please… let me go…” She begs. “Oh, we’re far past ‘please,’ Rebecca. This isn't about mercy. It’s about memory.” Fallon steps aside, revealing the edge of the building — a sheer drop into blackness. City lights flicker far below like stars beneath the abyss. “You’ll kill me… You’ll throw me…” Rebecca muttered with quivering lips.

Alex glanced at Nana, who gave him an encouraging nod before they began their descent. The air grew cooler and more musty as they made their way down the stone steps. Dim, flickering torches lined the walls, casting eerie shadows that danced in the corners of Alex's vision. As they reached the bottom, the passageway opened up into a vast chamber that took his breath away.

The first Blood Feather book lowered until its pages hovered above the cradle, and black ink dripped like milk toward the sleeping shadow. Adolphus fell to one knee, not from defeat, but from worship. The dead midwife bowed her head, smiling like a nurse beside a child she had successfully delivered. Rudina’s spirit faded until only her eyes remained sharp, fixed on the cradle with unbearable horror. “That is not Maelor,” she whispered, though her voice trembled like she needed us to believe quickly. Ashina crawled toward the cradle despite the roots burning her knees, one hand stretched toward the sleeping shadow wearing her son’s face.

The drop loomed beneath us, a gray abyss. Right before the plunge, I turned to look at Julian one last time. "Julian," I said, my voice flat. "This baby? I'm giving it back to you."

“I know you don’t belong here. Not because you’re not beautiful enough or wealthy enough. But because you’re convinced you don’t deserve to be here. People who feel they deserve things don’t carry themselves the way you do.” Maya stepped forward. “Okay, mystery man. That’s enough amateur psychology for one night.” He ignored her completely. His focus remained locked on me. “I’m curious what happened to make someone so thoroughly diminished. Public scandal? Professional failure? Betrayal?” “All of the above,” I said before I could stop myself. The martinis had loosened my tongue. Something flickered in his expression. Interest, maybe. Or satisfaction. “Interesting.” “What’s interesting?” I de

"It is Draven. He is fine." A pause. "Of course he is," Darius said quietly. The librarian spent the next ten minutes carefully examining the fallen shelf, the scattered books, and the damaged railing. Kael helped stack the books into neat piles. Several of them had fallen open to random pages, and as he collected them, one caught his eye. He picked it up. The title on the open page read: On The Nature of Probability Manipulation in Pre-Civilization Eryndor. Kael read the first paragraph.

I whispered to myself. Fine. If I am going down, I choose how I hit the bottom. I dropped my hands. The moment my resistance broke, the hands jerked downward with terrifying speed, plunging my entire body into a black, bottomless abyss. I closed my eyes, bracing for the final impact against the bedrock, waiting for the dark to take everything. The wind roared past my ears as I fell, a cold, whistling current that smelled of pine and old blood. It felt like an endless drop, the air stripping the warmth from my skin.

I want you to leave now"! Everyone on this planet agreed that we all have a moment in our life that we can never forget as the great something, this great something refers to the pivotal event in a person's life that changes the course of their life from that instance. Standing exactly in Faye's room Daylan knew that this moment would be his great something. " I don't think I can do this anymore" Faye blurted out painfully. Daylan exhaled as his stomach clenched, beads of sweat broke out of his forehead as nervous pin pricks exploded across every part of his body, his heart dropped through to the floor as he heard Faye's last statement.