Fallen Book Novels & Stories

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

What is he, then? She thought about the bench. The river. The way he'd said you're the first person who came back. I don't know yet. That's what you always say. Because it's always true. What are you going to do about it? She set the phone down. The room was quiet. She stood up. Walked to the shelf. Pulled out his book. The Falling. She opened it to the first page. He knew he was going to fall before he hit the ground.

The old man just sighed, he absolutely couldn't scold this kid. "Soon... Something's going to fall," Gail said. Sure enough, after Gail finished his words, the pile of books in the corner of the room fell. Gail smiled widely holding back a laugh. Even though he knew this would happen but still, it was ridiculous. "Ah...!" yelled the man as his books fell. After standing back up, he then looked at Gail and said, "Please tidy this up, Gail." #to be continued in Chapter 18.2 - Decision

'No longer will we bicker and fight between ourselves,' Blake continued, 'No longer will we remain divided, while our enemy laughs at us. Hunts us like we are nothing but animals. No longer will we stay Earth-bound, cast out of our rightful home. No longer will we be the Fallen. Inside this book, the witch's words will unite us all at last.' He lowered the book, holding it flat in the palm of his hand, as his other caressed the cover. 'Inside this book,' he said, a giddy smile making him look younger than his many years, 'lies our future. At last, at last...'

I read the entry again. Moonfall. Ashvane. Disputed. Three things that had never existed in the version of my mother Victor had allowed me to know. I turned the page. It had been removed. Not torn in anger. Cut close to the binding, neat enough that whoever took it had wanted the information gone without damaging the rest of the book. My stomach tightened. At the bottom of the remaining page, written in darker ink, were three words. Moonfall Alpha claim. My wolf pressed forward.

There were only a couple of other kids that chose to read over the computers. I browsed the bookshelf searching for a book to read, my step-father set fire to all my books in the wheel barrow when he first moved in with us. I picked a book up from the shelf, my father had bought me it before he died, I was surprised to see it in a school library. The Darkest Minds. I found my way over to a comfy seat in the corner of the room. Fishing out my glasses from my bag I made sure no one was looking before I put them on. "Hey." A boy interupted me three chapters in. "I'm Aaron." Peeking up from behind my book I saw a guy staring at me with a huge grin on his face. I had no idea how long he had been

“Your what?” said Dane, incredulous. “Mate,” said Cara, staring at Lucas in shock. Dane felt like the ground beneath him was shaking, as though at any minute it would crack and send him plummeting downwards. Everything was falling apart. Not only was he not appointed Beta, he was so far down the ranking he was a nobody. To top it all off, the love of his life had finally found her mate, and it was the guy who’d screwed him over.

Every hair on her arm stood as she beat back the panic welling in her breast. On the other hand, she had read novels in which the lady had enjoyed the pirate’s passionate kisses. The heroine in the book actually fell in love with the ruthless man. Isabelle rolled her eyes. It was beyond her knowledge how any woman could feel that way. Yet, Hawk had been attentive while she was being jolted atop his horse. It had seemed he almost cared about her discomfort when offering to have her lean against him.

Then, expressionless, I told him, “People’s inherent flaws are in their bones. Sooner or later, they will surface. Asking this is meaningless.” Joel smiled bitterly, rubbed his face, and left. Not long after, Yorks Corporation filed for bankruptcy. On the way back home with his parents, Joel was involved in a car accident. Perhaps it was karmic retribution. A head injury left him deaf, and his left leg could no longer walk normally. He became partially disabled. His parents were fine, just minor concussions that would heal with time. Someone in the hospital said, “Joel lay on the bed, crying and laughing at the same time, muttering over and over that this was retribution to what he had done.

“I know you don’t belong here. Not because you’re not beautiful enough or wealthy enough. But because you’re convinced you don’t deserve to be here. People who feel they deserve things don’t carry themselves the way you do.” Maya stepped forward. “Okay, mystery man. That’s enough amateur psychology for one night.” He ignored her completely. His focus remained locked on me. “I’m curious what happened to make someone so thoroughly diminished. Public scandal? Professional failure? Betrayal?” “All of the above,” I said before I could stop myself. The martinis had loosened my tongue. Something flickered in his expression. Interest, maybe. Or satisfaction. “Interesting.” “What’s interesting?” I de