Fallen Crest High Novels & Stories

The edges were scorched during the explosion but most of the document was intact. ‎Across the top was that same exact wolf crest. Beneath it were several typed words. ‎ ‎'Project Phoenix ‎Level One Clearance' ‎ ‎The lower part had been burnt off leaving only a few lines readable. ‎'Subject... ‎Transfer approval... ‎Bloodline Verification Complete... ‎Replace...' ‎ ‎The rest of the words were nothing but black ash. ‎ ‎Michael stepped closer. ‎ ‎"What does it mean?" ‎

a cheery girl with short stature and curly hair said onto the microphone podium, in front of the 11th graders with a slight whimper in her high-pitched voice which appeared to badly mimic a grieving tone. The day was the first anniversary of Gwyneth Claricel’s sister, Christie, who was found on the 10th of August exactly a year from that day on the very ground where the 11th graders stood, with a cracked skull and a pool of brains spilled on the asphalt. Christie Claricel fell to her death the night before, falling five floors down from the roof of Van Duke’s Main Building. The thought of it made most of them sick. They were standing, praying, and mourning—or at least, appeared to be mournin

There wasn't anything, truly, for her to do except bide her time until she headed to Bull Creek. As she drove through the town, she took her time, savoring every sight along the way, even making herself drive by some old landmarks and memories from her youth, like the high school and its football field. She pulled her sheriff's car up to the fence, parked, and got out, staring at the goalposts as she walked toward the field. Dimitri and Josh both played on the Draven Falls team, as did Gavin and the rest of his Jungle Book crew for that matter. They were almost undefeated their senior year. Of course, they did have an unfair advantage over the other teams who were mere humans compared to the

I turned slowly to Cameron. “So,” I said softly, dangerously, “Nolan Crestfall just declared war without showing his face.” Cameron met my gaze, dark eyes burning with something between fury and pride. “And he underestimated you.” A corner of my mouth lifted. “Everyone does.” I replied dryly. But as the bond pulsed - warm, steady, fierce - I felt it. This wasn’t just about a company. Or a gala. Or even poison. Crestfall hadn’t come because he didn’t plan to survive the aftermath if he did. Which meant one thing: he was already moving. And wherever he was… he thought he was out of reach. But why? That much effort.. For what?

"You won't find much of that here. High Crest values practicality over ceremony." "Sounds perfect." We chatted for another twenty minutes, with Maya telling me about High Crest's seasonal festivals, the best restaurants in the town center, and which pack members I should get to know first. Her easy manner made me feel welcome in a way formal greetings couldn't. Finally, she glanced at her watch. "I should let you rest. Alpha Carson mentioned you'd had a long day." "This was lovely," I said sincerely. "Thank you for taking the time." She stood, collecting the tea tray. "The Alpha asked me to help you get settled in. If you need anything—anything at all, just let me know. My quarters are numbe

I opened the envelope a tiny card fell out. I read what was written on it. "Be warned" Very subtle. I dropped it and pulled out the letter in the envelope. it basically had the same message. "Leon Crest. The Omega whore..." I paused. Omega whore? That was a pretty good name for a band. I grinned as I continued to read "Stay away from Professor Alister and Alpha Roan. They are both taken already. You do not want to piss us off" That was it. I had to hold myself from falling over with laughter. This was the most childish thing I've ever seen.

And on his left was the witch who became their ally to finally bring down the four packs. He stood in the middle strong and unbothered by the screams of everyone. He raised his right hand and with that, opened a huge door on the far right side of the dome. With heavy steps and weak bodies, four men went out of the huge door. As they made their entrance, everyone shouted louder and more aggressive. “KILL THEM!” “CUT THEIR HEADS OFF!” The four men walked slowly and finally made it to the center facing Brody. Brody smiled in arrogance as he spits on one of the men, the Alpha of the Crimson Crest pack, Connor.

I swallowed, suddenly very aware of the fact that we were alone in this cabin, that no one was here to interrupt what was happening. His gaze turned to my lips, just for a second and my breath hitched. I needed to shut this down, now. I cleared my throat. “I think I’ll stick to business, thanks.” Jordan leaned back, smirking again. “Suit yourself.” I exhaled, gripping my water glass tighter. This was going to be a long trip. ~.~ The town of Aspen looked like something out of a snow globe. White rooftops, winding sheets and mountains rising in distance.

She felt like a Fire Ant in the middle of the ocean. "Welcome to the Leroy Pavillion, members of the famed Falling Stardust. Your great name has been called within these walls thousands of times over the past few years. Your magic devices could be found everywhere in this Heaven's Envy we call home," a tall blue-haired young man with an obviously forced smile on his face dressed in the most luxurious of clothing came forward to greet them.