Fallen Book Series Novels & Stories

It’s also very unlikely for me to walk back home. Skylar🌸: Oh alright. Sorry again for ditching you. Love you! Night boo. I smiled and typed back. Love you too! Night. I placed my phone on the bedside table and grabbed a book that I started reading yesterday. 'Before I Fall' by Lauren Oliver. At some point while reading, my eyes slowly gave up on me and I fell asleep in my dress and with the book in hand.

The necklace, still faintly glowing, felt heavy against her chest as if it, too, held secrets waiting to be uncovered. She made her way downstairs quietly, avoiding the bustling kitchen where Rose was likely preparing breakfast. Instead, she sought solace in the library, a sanctuary of knowledge and quiet contemplation within the main house. The shelves were lined with ancient tomes and volumes on supernatural lore, each holding a promise of insight into the world beyond human understanding. Andrea pulled out a dusty book on werewolf mythology, flipping through its pages in search of any mention of beings like her—half-human, half-something else.

This 2nd update of the day is dedicated to Merlinda Pancho Pi who has voted for this book. Grazie mille! ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ AUTUMN THIS WAS WEIRD. Definitely weird. How else would you describe sleeping next to your ex? Okay, I stood corrected. He was not my ex. We had never been boyfriend and girlfriend. No. We had slept together once —not exactly once, but you know what I mean—and it was a one-time thing. Albeit it resulted in me carrying his child, it did not necessarily make him my ex unless there was a term called ex-one-night-stand which I doubt its existence and logic.

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

She would make Raven pay, the same way Raven had made her pay! They fall. Marissa can feel the wind through her fur, smell the grass and dirt as they directly plunge towards it, Raven’s hair billowing around her face as her arms and legs flailed. Marissa would heal from any broken bones she suffered, but Raven? Raven was virtually human. If she didn’t die from the fall, then Marissa would finish the job. She gloated, twisting her body around and landing on the ground with a heavy thud, wincing as she felt fractures in her legs which slowly began to knit together. Having a white wolf with a strong healing ability did come in handy after all. For the first time she appreciated her wolf, lookin

Camillia and Marco ended up dying in an accident. It was suspected to be a revenge killing. When the news popped up on my screen, I was rushing to complete my thesis in the library. The comment section went into a frenzy. [An accident? Please. Camillia is the Colene family’s spy! That child is Marco’s! The Don despises traitors, so he took them both out himself!] I stared at the screen, and my fingers trembled. This was not how it happened in my memory.

The imperial capital was a city of gilded masks and whispering secrets, its marble towers reaching for the heavens while its streets pulsed with the blood of the forgotten. Nia had walked its stone paths before, as a child, holding her mother’s hand as they shopped for food. Now, she walked as an assassin, her every step calculated, every breath measured. She was no longer Nia Wolfsong—the girl whose village had been burned and destroyed. Now, she was "Mist Fang," the most elusive, feared assassin in the empire.

I raised the golf club and viciously swung it at her favourite crystal ornament. At that same moment, my stomach had a sudden, bad cramp. I blacked out from the pain and lost my footing. Whitney called out my name in a panic, "Harvey!" That was the last sound I heard before I fell unconscious. … When I opened my eyes, I was already in the hospital. Whitney was sitting beside my bed, holding a medical report. There was a swirl of mixed emotions in her expression. The anxiety in her eyes dissolved when she noticed I was awake.

Ivan asked me to reread while he got his pens and paper to jot down notes so I could decipher what each word in the book meant. After another three hours, I finished reading and closed the third book. Then I glanced up at Ivan, who had a keen focus on the pages before him. “Is there something in there?” Aaron asked Ivan, who stayed silent on the study seat and only stared at the pages before him. “Yes, the book calls it For the Fallen. According to these books, there are three stages of completing The Ritual of the Fallen. The full moon mating, the lunar eclipse marking, and the crimson moon blood ritual.”

***Bethany’s POV*** When he raised his voice, I was startled but over time, I got used to it. He was no longer the gentleman I used to know in Claybourne. Was he really a gentleman or was it just a figment of my imagination? From the start, he was not an ideal man but I allowed myself to fall for him. In the first place, I knew he was a rogue and he could hurt anyone without feeling guilt or remorse. Overall, Jacob has totally changed, or maybe he hasn’t changed at all! Maybe, what I saw was his normal self, and I just painted him into someone else!