Fallen Aut Novels & Stories

Nothing happened and she was hit with the reality that she just soaked her new boss on his very first day. Asmodeus grabbed his handkerchief and began wiping his face.Maria was about to apologize him when he hit her with another bombshell,"Am not a demon.The seven fallen are very powerful entities who can't be commanded out of people.The host has to be dead for a Fallen to manifest.They are begged, convinced or bargained with. He could give a perfect example of the Legion who were bold enough to stand before the divine one and say how and where they wanted to be taken out.

The ledge is small but it's still big enough for us to land on and it's not too far down. "Cross your fingers," I say, taking the first plunge. Climbing up a little further, I turn around and put myself into a sitting position. Once both my legs are on the same side, I push myself off. "Fuck," I cry, dropping onto a knee after landing on the ledge. "That's hurt, but my legs aren't broken. Come on." I wave my hands and one by one, the others jump down. As Chuck himself jumps down, the helicopter explodes, and a red and orange flame shoots out followed by a thick black cloud of smoke. The tail falls off after a few seconds and lands in the parking lot.

He couldn't accept losing Ben yet. "This is all because of me. I told him to push the bus," Eren said blaming himself. “Eren, stop blaming yourself. Precisely because the bus more troops survived. You did the right thing," said Miyuki trying to comfort her grieving lover. "Come on, let's find a medic. We have to treat our wounds," said Zoya. The three of them walked slowly towards the hospital in the Hope building. And after their death, the southern gate had fallen down by the creepy creatures. Now only the main door that kept the monster from entering the Hope organization building.

On the day my adoptive father, Claude Bolton, is buried, my biological parents, along with the fake heiress, Gwen Walton, force their way into the funeral hall to pressure me into signing a statement of forgiveness. They say Gwen is about to be recommended for graduate school, so she can't afford to have a disciplinary record for driving a mechanic to his death. My biological mother, Lorna Pollard, holds my hand and cries. "Claude is already dead. Don't ruin Gwen too." My biological father, Joseph Walton, presses the pen into my palm. "The dead shouldn't stand in the way of the living." Gwen kneels in front of the casket, crying pitifully. "Ada, I'm sorry. I didn't know Mr. Bolton wou

but all this was still my fault I fell back to the bed, and felt my inner demons trying to take over me To be honest, after I started to attend the therapy and all, the demons...the voices had reduced, but there were still there, I knew they were, and times like this, where the perfect opportunity for them to strike again, and tell me that those bastard words were true, and I should just die already, but I didn't wanted to listen to them, at least not until I speak to Lucas, so I covered my ears, and tried to distract myself with some other shit like playing videos games, or something, but no matter how I tried, all I kept on hearing like a mantra was that I was a disappointment, and a curse

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

purred "what would be better than human flesh and some of what remained of an alpha?" The mockery on his voice was so obvious that it hurt Alice’s bones. "You know..." he stared at fallen Kalias, bleeding "I really expected you to do something to return to your place, but... this? Was that the best you could do? A human?" Einer laughed "you fell, Kalias, became exactly what Damian said you were, weak. A bad leader doomed to failure". "Shouldn’t we kill them both? Finish the job?" one of Einer’s men asked.

Despite being Godly Region royalty and being much more powerful than a regular citizen from the Nine Continents, Prince Auten was no match for the power of the Sun Pierce Arrow without the protection of the Royal Heaven Shield. On top of that, his divine energy had been greatly drained from the attacks from before. All that could be seen was Prince Auten crashing through several trees as he flew before landing heavily on the ground, spitting blood once again as his face paled greatly. F*ck…

They don't need anyone other than themselves when fighting, like- you can challenge them when they're alone and there's nothing wrong with it. However, it shouldn't be done this time around as it will be seen as a sudden attack. There's also records about how they lived before but what caught my attention is that one empire lost to Alpha Alejandro's ancestors. They fell into ruin because of betrayal… How pitiful… I continued reading the entire book and didn't notice that it's almost sunset, I wouldn't notice if only a female servant didn't knock on the door and brought my food. "Thank you…" I'm hesitant to thank her because she's one of those servants who just watched while Giselle is bullyi

Her mind raced with thoughts of claiming her rightful place at the helm of Grandpa Henry's company, ousting Catherine and her spoiled children from the Winston estate. As she navigated through the streets, Emilia's excitement grew. She was so close to achieving her goal. But, as she approached the intersection, the traffic light turned red, forcing her to halt. She drummed her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, waiting for the light to change. In an instant, a truck barreled from the side, its tires screeching as it swept Emilia's car off the road. The Lamborghini tumbled, metal crunching, glass shattering. Emilia's world became a blur of chaos and pain.