Downfall Novels & Stories

I fought to maintain my balance, the ground beneath me unforgiving in its uneven terrain. As my vision faltered, I could no longer track Draxler's movements. The blows came with a ferocity that transcended the physical realm. I stumbled, a step away from losing my footing entirely. In a final, desperate attempt to stand my ground, I braced for the impact that would decide the course of our battle. The fall was inevitable. Gravity asserted its dominance, pulling me down to the unforgiving ground. I landed on my back, the impact reverberating through my battered body. Alpha Draxler loomed over me, a predatory silhouette against the moonlit night.

she didn’t know it. The opaque eyes stared at her with a certain surprise and a little indignation, it was almost as if he screamed in her mind 'how dare you not know my name?', but still, he replied. He responded in a cold and troubled way, as if he did not present himself to another being... for millennia. "Kalias" he said with a husky and heavy voice "I am Kalias, the fallen alpha of montdust". Kalias. The name seemed to resonate in the mind of the girl, Kalias who came from Kalos and meant... beauty.

A fast crawling thorny spikes followed the beam of light which impenetrate through the vampires' chests. "Di-xon!" someone shouted in between breathes. In the middle was a man laying on the ground pierced with seven spikes. "Leave! dimittere serpentes..." the man who was known to be Dixon uttered before turning into ashes. Willow who was hiding behind the bushes gasped when she saw serpents appeared from the man's ashes. There was a lot of it crawling fast towards the garden. Fairies who tried to go near got bitten and gets paralyzed. The vampires they were fighting earlier vanished through the purple mirror which Willow believed was the portal Lilith was always talking about. Some turns int

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.

Stolen by the man he had trusted all along. His blood raced, his body weakened. He collapsed into his chair. “No… this cannot be…” Morgan truly had nothing left. --- Day turned into night, and still Morgan sat alone in his darkened office. The building once alive with activity now stood silent, reflecting his ruin. His phone rang, but he could not bring himself to answer. Threatening messages from investors kept flooding in, while the media wrote stories of— “The downfall of Morgan Alexander, the arrogant businessman finally undone by his scandal.”

I push it down , through my hands, into the building, into the screaming city bedrock. The effect is immediate. Vile. A wave of blight radiates out from our building. Not fire. Not ice. Decay . Pavement cracks, blackening like rotten teeth. Parked cars rust into orange dust in seconds. The nearest Pyre Cultist’s summoned flame gutters and dies, replaced by a creeping, grey mold that races up his robes. The frozen golem doesn't shatter. It crumbles , collapsing into a pile of lifeless, brittle sand. A wave of putrid, earthy stench rolls over us. The street below… dies. Plants wither. Metal corrodes. A localized scar of utter desolation.