Did It Hurt When You Fell From Heaven Novels & Stories

I jerked back, but she didn’t move—just smiled wider, teeth bright as bone. “You think you can save him?” she asked softly. “You think you can love a god into being human again?” Her laugh was smoke and silk and sorrow. “Oh, sweet girl. Gods don’t love. They devour.” The sky screamed. Not thunder. Not power. Kael. I looked up just in time to see him— Falling. Not like a man. Like a star torn from heaven, trailing black fire and broken light as he crashed into the earth so hard the world split like a wound.

Fiona I kept pleading to my wolf halfway to a devastating fall but she didn’t listen to me and I couldn’t shift. The earth's gravity pulled me to my death faster than I had imagined as I fell facing the sky, the moon’s reflection dancing in my eyes and I wondered if it would be my last view. My back lurched with the terrifying sense of freefall before my body landed with a sickening thud into what seemed like a huge pile of dirt. Sharp pain coursed through my body like a bolt of lightning and I felt my wrist snap, my arm twisted underneath me.

Just barely. An inch. Maybe two. But it was enough. My heart leapt. “I’m doing it—” The wings vanished. Apparently excitement counted as losing control. I dropped like a stone. The ground rushed up to meet me. Thump. I lay there for a moment staring up at the sky. Everything hurt. Not broken. Just bruised. I groaned and rolled onto my side. “Okay,” I muttered. “Lesson learned.” Excitement equals falling. Good to know.

Gravity was a cruel mistress. I dropped from the balcony, bracing for impact, but my body wasn't ready. My feet hit the grass with a heavy thud, the shockwave traveling up my shins and exploding in my lower back. I stifled a scream, biting my lip until I tasted blood. The wounds Charlie had carved into my spine—the ones barely held together by healing tissue and hope—screamed in protest. It felt like the stitches were ripping open, one by one.

We were falling deeper into the unforeseen that lie beyond us, and then I heard whispered different Claire shriek, it was like lightning, a flash came and held out our bodies from hitting the ground with the force we carried. Claire's voice was stable and I was still recovering from the light that made everything blaze but my eyes. “Are we in heaven?” She asked as he rubbed her hands on her body, heaven knows what she was trying to verify. “Heaven will vomit you out if you think you can enter one.” I soar at her rather hard.

I thank God and am equally surprised I didn't break anything after such a fall and had such contact with that tree branch. I stand up groaning in pain and I look up at the window from which I fell. That's a crazy height. ~wait, am I dead!?. I look around to see if just like in the movies, my dead body is on the floor and I'm just my ghost who doesn't know I am no longer living. But lucky me there nobody on the ground. I pinch myself to make extra sure and ouch! I am still alive. I find a bench not too far off and I move towards it. I can't believe no one heard my screams. I look up at the beautiful sky properly adorned with beautiful stars.

I jolted awake, the pain from the fall still sharp in my body, but the ground beneath me felt different. It wasn’t the cold, stone floor of the chamber where I’d fallen. Instead, it felt warm—almost soft—and there was a strange hum in the air, like the earth itself was alive.

The light burned her eyes. Bright. Too bright. “Wait—!” Before she could move— The ground beneath her disappeared. Or maybe it was never there. Her body dropped. Fast. Violently. “Ah—!” Her scream tore through her throat as she fell. Wind rushed past her ears. Her stomach twisted. Her heart pounded wildly. Everything spun— Then— She hit something. Hard. Air forced out of her lungs. “Ugh—!” Pain flashed through her body— Then vanished. Too quickly.

~ Avelyn ~ Not cleanly, not even dramatically like in the movies. My fall was clumsy as though the pole spat my hand. My stomach hurt because I felt the pull of weight. I felt gravity consider me and judge me as inadequate. The breath knocked out of me was involuntary and my other hand scrabbled like a falling bird. My ankle definitely twisted, and a mechanical, wrenching pain slashed through the side of my hip like someone had taken a knife and dragged it.

I unfurled my umbrella and pushed myself to my feet, but the combination of wet shoes and slick stairs proved disastrous; my feet went out from under me, and I lost my balance. I braced myself for the inevitable impact, picturing the agonizing pain of slamming against the cold concrete. I was on the fifth-floor landing, so I knew a fall all the way down would be brutal. But then... nothing. I didn't feel any pain, any impact. In fact, I felt strangely weightless, as if I were floating in mid-air. My eyes fluttered open, and holy crap! Was I in heaven? Because I was pretty sure I was staring at an angel, and a ridiculously handsome one at that. His brown eyes were mesmerizing, filled with war