Fallen Book Novels & Stories

The flickering lamplight cast long shadows across the room, mirroring the turmoil within Lena's heart. The evening stretched on, seemingly endless, as Lena remained motionless on the couch, lost in her thoughts and consumed by the rawness of her emotions. The tears continued to fall, each drop a testament to the shattered dreams and the love that had turned to ashes.

The burning city flashed again—closer this time. The temple crumbled before her eyes. And for the first time, the figure’s expression shifted. "You cannot unmake what is already broken." A chill ran down her spine. Cassian stepped forward. "Then what do we do?" The figure studied them for a long moment. Then, he whispered, "You run." And the world collapsed. The Descent Into Chaos Lena’s body lurched downward. She fell—through the void, through the endless dark—until suddenly, her body hit solid ground.

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.

MAYOR LARRY’S POV I stood in the basement of the Fallenstars mill, the air thick with damp rot and the coppery stench of blood. The full moon’s light filtered through cracked windows, casting pale streaks across the stone floor. My hands trembled as I adjusted the silver basin, its edges glinting under the glow. Rourke hung from chains against the wall, his head slumped, blood dripping from a gash on his wrist into the basin below. Silas dangled beside him, his gray hair matted with sweat, his breathing shallow. Lucien lay on a cot in the center, still as death, his chest barely moving. The book—Olivia’s book—sat open on a crate, its pages yellowed and curling, the Latin words staring back a

The Bound to the fallen angel is a dark fantasy romance about fate, obsession, second chances, and a love that survives across lifetimes. Welcome to the beginning bitches!

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

were able? The fallen alpha’s chest seemed to weigh down at the thought of seeing everything crumble again and that made him acted before thinking. With an impulse he grabbed her and with that minuscule and fragile body in his arms, he ran. He ran with his feet in the dark earth, with his hair in the wind in a humanoid form that had never been allowed to use. Kalias ran while hoping to get to that place in time, to the lake that was able to help her improve.

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.

he said softly, reaching out to pull the covers over us. But before I could speak, a loud SLAM echoed through the room. We both turned toward the sound. The heavy, leather-bound Book of Forgotten Truths had fallen from the counter where I’d left it, lying face down on the floor. I stood up, the midnight breeze from the open window hitting my naked skin. I walked toward the book, my heart racing. As I bent down to pick it up, I realised it had fallen open to a specific page.

The grey ash in the sky turned back into ink and rain, falling over the Library like a dark, healing mist. Vespera shrieked as the Redaction turned back on her. Her memories, her ambition, her name, her greed began to leak out of her eyes in silver droplets. She collapsed on the steps, a blank slate, staring at the sky with the eyes of a newborn. The fire was gone, but the Library was a ruin. Thousands of books lay in sodden piles on the grass. I slumped back, my hands raw and shaking. Kaelen was there in a second, pulling me against him.