Fallen Aut Novels & Stories

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

It didn’t matter in the face of death. My head jerked to the right, founding the blade glistening. Looking at him, my hand reached for the blade. One second, two seconds, three seconds… “When you wake up in the other world, you’ll be thanking me, Winter.” And I struck the blade to his face, eliciting a roar from him. Bang~ The door to my doom opened, and so many people dragged me like I was nothing. Their eyes scrutinized me as if I was a skilled killer. A scream echoed throughout the path. Gone was the respect in their eyes. What I am now is just a fallen Luna.

he yells as we start to fall. We tumble through the air, my heart rate spiking when I see an arrow sticking out of his shoulder. Fuck, did I lose my concentration and make us visible? I panic when I see the ground quickly approaching and call my wings forward just as Dad tosses me. He hits the ground, his noninjured shoulder taking the brunt of his fall.

“I know.” “You researched my vulnerabilities. You planned to use my trauma against me.” “I know. I know what I did. I know how unforgivable it is.” His voice broke. “But somewhere between writing that plan and now, I fell in love with you. Really fell in love with you.”

Lucian’s face paled a crack in his armor. A secret bleeding through his silence. “Elara,” Lucian whispered, reaching for her, “don’t believe him. Please.” But Damien’s final words landed like a knife: “He killed someone for you.” Her world tilted. Lucian stepped toward her Pain in his eyes. Desperation in his voice. “Elara…” She stepped back. Damien’s laugh echoed through the alley. Lucian watched her with something breaking behind his gaze. The first fracture in the fragile bond they had built.

“Already earned the title as Mrs. Stewart, huh? So that’s what he thinks about me.” Everything I had earned had not been given out of love at all. It had been paid for with one of my kidneys. All the strength drained from my body at once, and I collapsed to the floor. I fell into a miserable heap. Pain spread through my body. I did not even have the strength to get back up. When Johnson saw me, he quickly strode over and helped me to my feet. He rested his profound gaze on me and asked, “How did you fall? When did you get here?”

“And you’re a wet behind the ears Beta brat who couldn’t land a hit on a summoned target beast five minutes ago. Maybe sit this one out, champ.” “You’re really defending him?” another wolf sneered. “You’re a fallen angel. Shouldn’t you be the one warning us?” Auren cocked his head. “Funny thing about being ‘fallen’... you assume we all got kicked out for questioning things. But I didn’t fall because I was curious.” He paused. I could feel the truth coming, crackling behind his voice like a goddamn thunderstorm. “I was removed because I refused to follow one more fucking order that would cost innocent lives just to meet a quota. I was Heaven’s executioner. Not a choirboy.”

We made that promise to each other. "Autumn, can we get down now? We have been in the car for over an hour," I said softly. For one hour, I sat in the car watching my best friend break down completely. "I'm sorry," she cried. She dropped her legs and lifted herself to sit straight. Autumn opened the door and staggered out. I hurriedly got out too and walked to her so she wouldn't fall. She was acting exactly like she did after her parents recently passed away. She staggered like a drunkard going to drop dead any second. Those months were the worst for us. If she continued, I'd have to call Mordecai or one of her adopted brothers for help.

Location: Somewhere Over the Arctic Ocean The storm-tossed waves stretched endlessly beneath Rook’s VTOL craft, its engines humming as we soared away from the burning remains of Fortress Eos. Smoke and fire still lit up the distant horizon, marking where Natalia Cross’s empire finally fell. Or so we thought. The cabin was silent, weighed down by everything we’d lost—and everything we couldn’t forget. After the Fall Damien sat across from me, his dark eyes unreadable, though fierce and unyielding. His bandaged side still bled through the wrappings, but he barely seemed to notice.

He shook his head. "Daniel Grigori..." He trailed on. I remained confused. He sighed and stood up straight. "I'm a fallen." "Fallen? You're an angel?" I backed away and dissolved into a puddle of laughter. My stomach was shaking now. "Oh-oh my God." I continued laughing and turned to look at my unconscious mother. "He's an angel." I told her, laughing even harder. The 'fallen' looked at me weirdly. "I have met a lot of weird and psychotic human beings but you, Dawn Turner, are by far the worst." I stopped laughing and glared at him.