Fallen Aut Novels & Stories

was housed and laid the book down. "This is the final record, Julian," Willa said, her eyes bright with a fierce, artistic clarity. "The 'Art of Falling' has reached its terminal velocity. I’ve mapped the last of the biometric handshakes. The grid is now fully autonomous. It no longer needs us to steer it. It knows the difference between a threat and a heartbeat."

Her faith was already shattered, but now for sure it was eternally broken. Jasmine sat on her bed knees up in the silence staring blankly at the wall, drinking tequila straight out the bottle. Replay of her falling down the stairs and seeing Chelsea’s spirit lead her to her own battered and bruised body, seeing her face, knowing she failed. In her mind Chelsea was blaming her, walking zombielike towards her, hands out pointing at her. It was only in her head, but Jasmine covered her eyes by hiding her forehead in her knees rocking back and forth.

"I thought I told you to shut the hell up." "S-sorry." When I looked back I saw the others changing back to dogs and they started dragging the dead ones with their mouths I wonder where they are being taken. We continued walking I felt my leg starting to hurt I could use some painkillers right now. " Can we please stop." "No." "Please I had an accident-" "I don't care." After a few minutes we got to a car, when he was opening the door and distracted I took the opportunity to run. I ran for a few seconds but I fell because of the stupid painful leg.

Brayden states. “I couldn’t let him touch you. I saw you fall and I thought the worst. Then I saw that fucking bastard and Haven and I snapped. Haven wanted to rip him into the tiniest of pieces but I reminded her that you guys would want to interrogate them. She was not happy about letting any of them live and I hate to say it I wanted to see them all burn in hell as well.” I sob.

This was his fate. He stood up from his place and limped to the arena. Before the Vampire could punch him, the high priest showed his palm asking him to stop. Azazel was confused but did as he was asked. Austin kneeled on his knees in front of Abigail and Orion, his voice couldn’t be heard anymore but his actions voiced his unsaid words.

Fallen is a race of celestial beings who were sent down to earth either as punishment or as a request made by them, they lose their wings in the process. Aryiks are a race of beings who are half werewolf half angels, they are granted angel lifespans and werewolf powers including a wolf. They also allowed the fallen angels' powers to be passed onto them, however, some of them can only be accessed until their 20th year. Most of the Aryiks born have their werewolf side more prominent than their angel side, therefore, losing their powers. " "Wow, so she's an Aryik," Horia muttered, earning a hum from the moon goddess.

My skin was practically translucent now, my veins branching out like black spiderwebs. Images began to surface in the mirror. The mirror showed a battle on the clan borders, two years past. As the clan's top assassin, Cassian had infiltrated the Fallen's lair alone. But it was an ambush. In the vision, he was covered in blood. A Fallen’s claws had torn open his throat, severing the carotid artery. Black venom was creeping into his veins. It was Fallen necro-venom. Left untreated, the victim would devolve into a mindless Ghoul within three days.

⸻ Dark clouds gathered overhead. Lightning flashed across the sky. ⸻ As if nature itself was listening. ⸻ The Fallen Celestial continued staring. ⸻ Then— It knelt. ⸻ The entire battlefield froze. ⸻ Lucian immediately stepped in front of Amara. ⸻ Kael blinked. ⸻ “…Did the apocalypse just kneel?” ⸻ Dante looked exhausted. ⸻ “At this point nothing surprises me anymore.” ⸻ The Fallen Celestial lowered its head.

The glass fortress of Vane Global had just cracked wide open. And we were falling through the ruins.

But at this moment, he realized that I was gone for good. My wings had long grown strong enough to shatter the cage he had built around me. “Irina…” he murmured. The madness in his eyes was replaced by regret that had come a little too late. I did not spare him another glance. Protected by Professor Lawson and the security officers, I left without looking back. Sunlight streamed through the shaded path and cast a long shadow behind me. This time, I had rewritten my life on my own.