Fallen Leaves Novel Novels & Stories

But I no longer had the heart to stay and admire the scenery. On the journey back, the wind poured into my collar, cold enough to chill me to the bone. And somewhere behind me, that gravestone had already faded from sight.

​The fall from the stratosphere was a silent, terrifying descent through a sky that no longer belonged to humanity. As Leo Vane drifted in the wake of the "Resonance-Nova," the atmosphere of Earth felt different, colder, thinner, and vibrating with the low-frequency hum of the Violet Citadels.

Until my throat was raw and my eyes burned and exhaustion pulled at my limbs like weights. I pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped myself in it. The fabric smelled like Maya’s lavender laundry detergent. Outside, Brooklyn hummed with evening life. Cars honked. People shouted. Somewhere, someone was playing music too loud. I closed my eyes. Tomorrow, I would figure out what came next. Tomorrow, I would rebuild. Tomorrow, I would become someone new. But tonight, I let myself be broken.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The silence of the forest was oppressive, broken only by the rustle of leaves and the occasional call of a distant bird, adding to her mounting dread. Victoria continued walking, her feet crunching softly on the forest floor, covered in a thick carpet of fallen leaves and twigs. The forest wasn't too dense, allowing slivers of sunlight to pierce through the canopy, creating a dappled pattern of light and shadow on the ground. Despite this, an eerie silence hung in the air, broken only by the distant calls of birds and the rustle of unseen creatures.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

“Look at yourself! Suspicious, jealous, and always imagining the worst. “You’re nothing like the thoughtful woman you used to be. You grew up on the streets, Clea. “You could never compare to someone like Fran, who has wealth and grace. “If you have the energy to make up lies, you’re clearly not that sick. “Stay home, reflect on yourself, and clean up the place before I get back. And don’t call me.” The door slammed shut behind him as silence swallowed the room. Then I felt a wet warmth between my legs. The life inside me was slipping away. With the last of my strength, I reached for my phone and called my best friend, Lina Lester.

Why was she hung up on this? ”Hey, Lydia,” I nudged her shoulder which seemed to get her out of whatever trans she was in. ”Yeah?” ”Flip the page,” I said and gestured to the book. Lydia cleared her throat and flipped the page. The words were faded to such an extent that it was nearly impossible to read them. There was that branch again only this time it was broken in the middle with thorns sticking out on each side. They were a faded red which seemed to symbolize blood.

And if there’s anything at all that I’ve learned these past few months, it is to pick my battles carefully. I try to sit up, but even that small movement sends pricks of pain throughout my body. Looking down at my body, I find that I’ve been cleaned and clothed with a loose oversized shirt and just panties. My legs are bare and I can see several bruises and scrapes from when I fell from Dick’s motorcycle. No, fell isn’t the right word. From where I jumped from Dick’s moving motorcycle and into that cliff we fell into. Richard. That bastard. If I knew he’d betray me and Dante like this, I would have suggested having him fired long ago, maybe transferred to a faraway place at least.

I concluded the thoughts quickly giving out heavy breaths and sweating seriously like I've been on serious work. " What were they made of"...I asked myself before I remembered something." Are they... Novels..?". I knew instantly.... there was something like novels but I didn't know where that come from. I fell back on the bed, landing on my back out of tiredness, then I heard a gentle knock on the door.