Fallen Crest Series Novels & Stories

She saw a spiral staircase and climbed down with bare feet. While descending down her eyes noticed a huge teardrop crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It evokes luxury. When she was at the last staircase the clanking sound of something caught her ears. It must be the kitchen room. She thought. Taking left turn she stood on the threshold of the door. And indeed, it's the kitchen. Her eyes landed on Victor who was leaning against the slab and gawking with a stoic face at a girl’s back.

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.

Ash drifted across the dawn sky like scattered embers from a dying fire. Serenya Vale stood atop the ruined balcony of Crestfall Keep, the stronghold that once gleamed with banners of gold and crimson. Now, its towers were fractured, its gates charred, and its halls haunted by the echoes of betrayal.

She could see it — the instinct to protect her, to hide whatever it was. But then his shoulders dropped slightly. Like he’d lost a fight with himself. “I received a letter,” he said at last. “A letter?” she repeated. “From who?” “…BloodFall.” Her heart skipped. “There is nothing new with that!? Or, Is Something Wrong?—” He cut in quietly. “It’s about Crestmoon.” Everything inside her went still. “…What about it?” He swallowed. She had never seen Draven hesitate before. Never. And suddenly she didn’t want him to finish that sentence.

Their guidance led the group into a new period of calm and success. While standing side by side, observing the herd they had put in so much effort to safeguard, they felt confident about their prospects ahead. The challenges they encountered had only strengthened their dedication to each other and to their community. The story of Crestwood Pack included not only fighting and treachery, but also themes of love, forgiveness, and the strength found in togetherness. Damon and Kyra's voyage showcased the strength of their connections and the future they were creating as a couple. The tale concluded not with a decisive conflict but with the beginning of a fresh period, characterized by optimism, r

CROMWEL POV What.The.Hell.Just.Happened. I can’t believe that after all those battles and issues we encountered, those two still fights like the first time they’ve met, but this time, it was Hunter who was mad at her like we never seen before. I blinked a couple of times, as I heard Hunter yelled at Crest like that. And for what reason? Not finishing his work? I saw Hunter’s father came in as Crest exited the office with eyes full of unshed tears.

Jaz POV The Moon Valley Pack is located a few miles from the Pacific Ocean and between two large mountains that separate us from the rest of the world. When you sit on the cliff that is not too far from the pack. You can see the Ocean and then you can look up and see the moon. I came across the cliff when I was 17 while on my nightly run at 11. Ever since Alpha Jax, Bata James, and Sam found me they brought me back to the pack. They gave me 2 weeks to heal and pass every test that the doctors gave to me. Then they began training me to be the best of the best. Fist they wanted to learn everything about me. From where I came from, what happened to me and of course I could tell them anything be

He shook his head. "Daniel Grigori..." He trailed on. I remained confused. He sighed and stood up straight. "I'm a fallen." "Fallen? You're an angel?" I backed away and dissolved into a puddle of laughter. My stomach was shaking now. "Oh-oh my God." I continued laughing and turned to look at my unconscious mother. "He's an angel." I told her, laughing even harder. The 'fallen' looked at me weirdly. "I have met a lot of weird and psychotic human beings but you, Dawn Turner, are by far the worst." I stopped laughing and glared at him.

The rain is starting to fall. I look up at the sky. I am free. But as I stand there, I feel a sharp, sudden pain. A cramping in my stomach. I look down. My hand is stained with red. Not my blood this time. "No," I whisper. "No, no, no." I fall to my knees. The rain mixes with the red on my coat. A car pulls up. The door opens. It’s my brother. The double. He steps out. He looks at me.