Deadfall Book Novels & Stories

The old man just sighed, he absolutely couldn't scold this kid. "Soon... Something's going to fall," Gail said. Sure enough, after Gail finished his words, the pile of books in the corner of the room fell. Gail smiled widely holding back a laugh. Even though he knew this would happen but still, it was ridiculous. "Ah...!" yelled the man as his books fell. After standing back up, he then looked at Gail and said, "Please tidy this up, Gail." #to be continued in Chapter 18.2 - Decision

Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with

I registered Silas talking with Saint and Atlas, trying to figure out the best way to get everyone safely below ground as I worked, but I elected to let the males puzzle out this portion of our plan themselves, unaware of the obstacles standing in our way due to having never traveled this way in the past. My stomach rumbled hungrily as they plotted, the muscles starting to cramp from a lack of nourishment, and a few of the girls complained about being starving as well. All the same, there was nothing we could do about that for the moment, so I focused on ensuring the males hadn’t been injured too badly by the acid rain as Silas and the others began organizing the group to descend below groun

Everything felt too real to be a dream, so I didn’t count it as one, but I just wished everything could go back in time to when the De Luca Mafia family had no business with my papa. “If it were that easy to give into unconsciousness, I would be long dead.” After his reply, I clamped my mouth shut and watched silently, trying so fucking hard not to look at the dead body moving slightly towards my legs. Oh my God! I thought I was seeing things at first, until the fingers of one of the Italian mobs reached out to grab my leg. “Get off me!” I screamed, my voice strained as he dragged me to the ground by the ball gown.

He has given up getting me to walk faster, and I trudge slowly, following his lead, gripping the life-saver and I whisper to myself that I am strong and will make it to Imperator Seth’s estate. I was born strong, my very name, Dawn, meant to strike fear into the hearts of men. I became brave, realizing that I had seen something that none at the palace had gazed upon; daylight. The closest they would ever get would be whispering my name that demands respect. I smile at the thought of this Just Ray stops, interrupting my plans for dominating the court once I arrive. I bumped into him and we’re at the edge of the forest, which for him is the edge of the world. I pity Just Ray, the skinny, filth

They tumbled into the sewer together, the world going black as the cellar floor collapsed behind them. The fall was short but brutal. Aiden hit the muck first, the cold sludge soaking through his rags and chilling his bones, providing a momentary, searing relief from the heat of the cellar. Ignis crashed down on top of him, his body radiating enough residual warmth to turn the surrounding water into a bubbling mist.

Bene nodded before following Doctor Elion out of the room. Declan reached for a book on the bedside table and flipped through it absentmindedly. A few seconds later, he closed it and stared at the title. —DESPERATION— The author's name was Maya A. Windleburl. Ridiculous. What kind of book was this? And what kind of silly author name was that? Everything was mildly irritating at the moment. Everything around him seemed to be mocking the recent life choices that had somehow led him to this moment.

Shadows leaped, thickening into a dome over her head, but this wasn’t a neat beam or a discrete hazard—it was a chunk of the environment itself giving way under the strain. Her barrier caught part of the impact. Only part. The slab punched through, slowed but not stopped, heading straight for her ribs. “Selene!” I choked. There was no time to write on the floor. There is no time to reach a shelf. Only air between falling ceiling and her body. I didn’t think. I just stabbed the pen at the collapsing mass and dragged it sideways. The nib tore a jagged line in empty space, ink blazing in its wake. FALLS LIKE INK, NOT STONE.

An endless abyss stretched below and icy wind roared around them. Estelle's face turned deathly pale. She recognized this place. It was a place she would never forget. The Deadfalls. She immediately began to struggle, but it all proved to be futile. 'No... No... Not here... Not again...!' Her entire body trembled uncontrollably. “Adrian...” Tears spilled out of her eyes. “P-please... Please Adrian... Don't send me there again. I beg of you... I don't want to experience this again...”

Jasmine went flying into the basement falling down the stairs from the drawback force. Gabriel could sense she was in trouble and bit through the pain of lifting himself up. It was as if The Almighty himself was giving him strength because the Guild member holding him down looked worried as to how he was able to move him. A blast came from the corridor blasting through the walls as if a bomb exploded. The drawback knocked the Guild off of Gabriel then, causing him to worry for Jasmine.