Fallen Book Series Novels & Stories

I will tell you about the story of how my life was turned up side down. How fate decided to toy with me, and treated me like a ragdoll. Tossing me upside down, taking me to my breaking point. Over and over again. This is not a book for the faint hearted. There will be tragic sadness loss of a mate. The gruesome demon slaughtering. The struggle and realization of a vain reality, of what we presumed our life to be. This book will be deep, dark and sensually erotic.

I shall see the additional and strengthened potent Vigor that arrives with her. After all the thoughts were done, I stood up to check on the witches who were taking care of her. "At least...I shall see where they quelled a bit" I snickered after the soliloquy. Then...my gaze turned to my shelf directly and I could see that something was wrong. It wasn't arranged in the manner I had organized it and all books were bending as if...a book had been taken. They should be tight and standing vertically but they all fell on each other. That was the gaze that directed me to the floor and then I saw that book on the hoof. I scowled my face when I knew somebody had tempered with my shelf. A book of spe

] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone] 5|Falling For My Husband ~ Mafia Romance 6| A Game With No Rules ~ Mafia Romance 7| HellBound: The Last Tribute ~ Fantasy/Mystery Romance Lastly, this novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Don't forget to follow me on lnstagram Castiel.Lj.

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 unto them, however, 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. My hair was originally the same as you're, but I cut mine, killing its magic and changing it to black.

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

‎ ‎Back at the penthouse. ‎walter laptop chimed. ‎"The forensic report." ‎ ‎Everyone gathered around. ‎The burned page slowly appeared on the screen. ‎Most of the text remained unreadable. ‎But one sentence had been reconstructed. ‎ ‎PROJECT PHOENIX ‎Initiated: Twenty-six years ago. ‎Objective: Bloodline Replacement Protocol. ‎ ‎Vivian's eyes locked onto the final three words. ‎Bloodline. ‎Replacement. ‎Protocol. ‎ ‎She felt a strange ache spread through her chest.

No match to the aura that clung to her. I turned another page, frustration creeping into my chest. The book was meticulous—births, deaths, even lost heirs, and yet she was a ghost in all of it. A shadow that didn’t belong anywhere. My gaze drifted toward a second, smaller volume hidden behind the larger ones. The Book of the Fallen Packs. The title alone carried a chill. Those who were wiped from the records after the wars, their families scattered or erased. I set it down carefully and flipped it open. The entries were old, ink faded to brown, but one name caught my attention, House of Velmir.

And yet, I had found power here in the past, buried between forgotten scrolls and ancient pages inked with truth. I let my fingers trail along the spines of the books as I walked slowly through the rows, dust clinging to my skin like memory. These books did not fear me. They did not lie to me. They did not twist love into leverage or silence into punishment. They simply were. I stopped in front of a worn leather tome entitled The Fall of Kingdoms, and smiled bitterly. The irony was thick enough to choke on. A book about ruined thrones, resting on the shelf of a woman bound to a crumbling one. The gods truly had a sense of humor—vicious, sharp, and cruel.