Dramatic Fall Novels & Stories

What the wing didn't miss, however, were the catwalk's suspension cables. The ground twisted under me, and I could see flames eating the platforms far below. The remaining wires, aircraft-grade steel cables, began to snap, and suddenly the metal floor of the bridge was a giant slide. It was Draco who lost his balance first, beginning a long slide down the length of the hangar. I reached out for something, anything to catch, and found his ankle. My other hand caught a railing and I hung in place, holding on to my enemy for dear life.

The rain lashed against their terrified eyes as the realization of their catastrophic mistake hit them. Then, the merciless law of gravity violently reclaimed them. Their screams were instantaneous and primal, but they were instantly swallowed by the howling wind as they plummeted. Eight hundred feet of empty, freezing air waited below them. They fell through the darkness, their limbs flailing wildly, their expensive suits flapping like broken wings. They fell past the glittering, indifferent windows of the Blackwood Spire, a rain of tactical gear, silk ties, and broken ambitions, plummeting at terminal velocity toward the merciless, unforgiving concrete of the Chicago city streets.

Lyanna and the others began clamoring to fight to the death against Nehemiah. Rosalie and Whitney were at a loss. Should they still let them go to their deaths when they knew that there was no chance of winning? However, Lyanna and the others were right. The Dramonians could die at Nehemiah's hand at any moment. They couldn't bear to let the innocent Dramonians shed blood, either. Everyone was looking at Rosalie and Whitney, and the office was so silent that one could have heard a pin drop. There was another rumble as yet another bolt of lightning fell from the sky. As they watched from a distance, they saw that a huge, 50-story building in the northwest of Dramon had collapsed. Screams and

We smiled at each other, about to join the others in the living room when I magically tripped and fell, with Hazel falling on top of me. You know those scenes in movies where the girl falls to the ground in slow motion and the guy saves the day, grabbing her by the waist and both of them lovingly staring at each other in surprise and shock while a romantic song played in the background? I was always mesmerized by it, and I never believed that such was possible, I mean, not unless you're as light as a sheet of paper; even paper falls to the ground more speedily than those girls, especially in k-dramas.

The sharp pain that travels through his ankle causes him to cry out. It isn't a twig that caused his fall, he has stumbled on a trap, and the metal was digging into his ankles painfully causing him to bleed, he attempts to stand up but it is all in vain as the giant is already in front of him. Despair looms in his heart. The impending feeling of doom stills his breath and he lets out a frightened pained whimper when the Alpha continue to tower him intimidatingly. Soral's anxious eyes meets his angry-looking darker ones.

She muttered. She huffed in annoyance and turned to go when she heard a scream. She immediately turned back and she saw it. The enormous chandelier in the middle of the hall had just fallen, while Sassy and Alpha Drake were still dancing.......in....the middle of the hall...

Boom! The ground collapsed, causing everyone to lose their footing and fall downwards. "Aaaahhh!" Frightened screams echoed as they plummeted into the darkness below. Just when they thought they were about to hit the ground and fall to their death, Adrian shouted, "Calm down, guys!" Everyone did their best to slow their panicked breathing and regain their composure. They began to help each other slow their descent, and they managed to land safely on solid ground. But as soon as their feet touched the floor, they were overcome by a strong, foul odor.

The event center was no longer a palace of glass and gold; it was a falling mountain. "Jane! Over here! Move!" I saw a silhouette moving through the swirling smoke. Daniel was staggering toward me, his face a mask of blood and soot, his wounded shoulder dragging low. He looked like a man who had crawled out of the deepest corner of hell just to find me. He grabbed my arm, his grip desperate, bruising, and grounded in a terrifying reality. "We have to move! The central core is failing! The whole floor is going to drop!" he roared over the sound of a falling support beam that shattered nearby.

"Three, two, one—" We fell.

"But the man... the man misses everything. You’re actively bleeding out, Luciano. Your lungs are filling with fluid. You have less than ten minutes before the pleural effusion stops your heart permanently. Do you want to die as a tragic failure in the dirt, or live forever as the 'Architect' of the new world?" Luciano staggered backward, his hand clutching his side with white-knuckled intensity. Every ounce of color vanished from his face, his breathing becoming a wet, rattling whistle that signaled internal structural failure. The simulation wasn't lying—the fourteen-story fall from the sky-bridge had done far more internal damage than his adrenaline had allowed him to feel. "Zara..." he ga