Fallen Book Novels & Stories

Inside was a faded photo of Natalie, age five, grinning with a missing tooth. She held it out. Natalie didn’t take it. But she looked at it. Really looked. Then she walked back into the shelter, not saying another word. Meekey stood alone in the alley, hands shaking, the cold air slicing through her. She didn’t know what would happen next. But for the first time in fourteen years, it didn’t feel like the end. It felt like a beginning.

Jessa’s hands were unsteady as she reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from Clarissa’s pale face, her fingers trembling with the weight of grief and desperation. Clarissa, who had once been a beacon of life and joy, was now still—her eyes closed, her smile gone, her vibrant spirit snuffed out by an unfathomable tragedy. The cruel hand of fate had stolen away someone so precious, someone who had fought for love and freedom, someone who had stood up against an evil that sought to crush them all. Jessa couldn’t understand how it was possible. The pain was too raw, too real, and it seemed like it would consume her if she allowed it. The world had become a darker place without Clari

Hey guys, I want to thank everyone that was with me throughout the journey of this book and i appreciation you guys for supporting me even in my inconsistency. I want to use this medium to announce that Fallen Apart has finally come to an end. Yeah, it’s a bit heartbreaking to close the Chapter of Aria and Dave forever.

For a brief second guilt poked at her. Then curiosity won. She slipped into the hallway. The fortress was quieter in this section. Most wolves seemed busy elsewhere. Perfect. Nova wandered through corridor after corridor with absolutely no destination in mind. A dangerous hobby. A very Nova hobby. Eventually she found a staircase. Naturally she climbed it. Then another. And another. Soon she found herself completely lost. “Fantastic.” Nova stared at three identical hallways. “Not even twenty minutes.” A door suddenly opened nearby. Nova jumped. An older wolf carrying a stack of books blinked at her.

Lily literally falls for every hot dude she meets either in good circumstances or bad ones. “He is the Bratva’s first son, Vincenzo Salvatore De Luca.” My jaw ticked and my fingers dug into my palms, almost drawing out blood at the mention of his name. “Oh my gosh! He is so hot!” “Let’s go, Lily. I need to speak to Dad.” I walked past the dreamy girl, who wished she could have Vincenzo towering over her while whispering sweet nothings into her ear. But she had no idea that the devil does none of that.

She asked politely to which the Fallen answer with an ear blasting laughter. “No! Of course not idiot! I don’t do things that will harm me. If I do not fulfill my contract and devour that man’s soul, I will be the one to suffer from immense pain and while I am indeed a fan of watching other’s in suffering I do not want to be the one in pain,” the Fallen said his pathetic words in such a brave manner that it even baffled Rose.

After collecting them, I found one last room in the building. The books were completely destroyed, pages burnt to the point where the words are unreadable, and the leather-bound titles melted into unrecognisable words. One book, however, I found hidden away in a cubby within a desk. Untouched by the fire that turned the rest to ash, I run my fingertips across the words on the cover. "The Great Demise: The Fall of the Moon Goddess"

And how much further I had yet to fall. My empire was crumbling. My family was gone. My freedom was lost. I'd lost everything. And the worst part? I'd done it to myself. By being too ruthless. Too willing to destroy anyone in my way. Too confident that I'd never face consequences. But consequences had come. In the form of evidence. Arrests. Handcuffs. In the form of my son's betrayal. In the form of this cell. I sat in the cold. In the gray. In the fluorescent buzz. Claire Hoss. Fallen. Finished. Destroyed. And it was all my own fault.

The people of the city fell to their knees. 💔 And for the first time since arriving here… Ilyaan felt true fear. Not fear of death. Not fear of the King. Fear of something he couldn’t understand. 😨 ⸻ 🌙 The Name That Vanished The Book of Origins burned with black flames. 🔥📖🔥 Its pages turned violently. Words appeared and disappeared. Names were written. Then erased. ⚡ The Keeper stared at the book. His face pale. 💀

We should have more books about the Prime Omegas! I should try and find him, ask him about the book he has. It was different than the rest; plain, worn-down covers, regular-sized, and it looked as if it contained no more than 10 pages. Yet the contents, the story inside it was worth more than it looks. It was one worth remembering! I sighed, bracing my hands on the edge pf Councilman Marcus' bed, and clenched my eyes shut. My heart shattering upon seeing my Zannie fall down in tears.