Fallen Novel Characters Novels & Stories

A few students gawked, not quite believing that the sunshine boy would take up a fight, much less beating the crap out of them. Nathan didn't care about anything at the moment. His head was spinning with anger, blood ringing in his ears. He felt like his being was drowning. Nathan saw himself in Timothy's place, struggling to survive. The boy focused ahead when he felt the warmth around him disappear. His vision captured Timothy pulling a tall man towards him. Whatever the younger said didn't reach Nathan's ears. All he could feel was his ears pounding, body on the verge of giving up. His sight blurred with hot tears, skin tingling when a tender touch rested against his cheek. Nathan tried t

The second nail joined the first. "You don’t understand," Vanyel said, voice calm now. “In here, answers are scripted. You only speak what we want to hear.” I glared at him, teeth clenched through the pain. He crouched near. “I’ve broken alphas,” he whispered, his voice like poison silk. “Not wolfless ones like you. Betas too. Warriors. Fallen kings. All in this very room. Do you know what became of them?” His face was close, his breath rancid. “They screamed. Cried. Pissed themselves. And then they shattered. Just like you will.”

The Alpha chuckles “Jaz how about you come down and stop confusing your Mate” my bata and I look at one another then at my sister and we are all perplexed. I look at the Alpha “Alpha?” “Alpha Jax” “Alpha Jax, what doe you mean Mate??” the next this I know I smell apples and Carmel and a hit of chocolate, but I don’t know where the smell is coming from. Where is she… “Jaz please stop confusing the poor guy and let him see you.” I hear a giggle but the smell is getting stronger and I’m still standing in the same stop looking all around and I hear rose gigging and I hear them all laughing “what is so funny???” I’m asking while looking at the three of them and I end on rose and she points funny

It crashed into the ground. BOOOOOOM! Dust exploded everywhere. Then silence. Then the dust settled. The group froze. Because they recognized the person. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Lily whispered: "No." The figure slowly stood. Bleeding. Injured. Exhausted. Yet somehow still alive. Then Aurelius smiled weakly. The True King had fallen from the sky. And he looked like he had just fought a god. Because he probably had.

A foreign soul in a villain's body, with a Class that had existed three times in history and failed three times, heading toward a collapsed region to attempt building something from ruins while Imperial pursuit forces potentially closed the distance behind them. The novel had never described this sequence of events. He was fully in unmapped territory now. "Move out," he said. They left the camp's edge at a fast walk, heading west toward collapsed Ashfen proper. The grey soil stretched ahead of them, dead and flat, marked occasionally by structures that had been abandoned when the region failed. Kael walked and thought about the Class description still present in his awareness. Inheritor of R

“Find any survivors and call for the healers. We will care for our people—all of them.” That’s all I have to say for the royal guards to understand, and they snap to. Some of the rebels walking toward the exit watch their enemy helping their friends in confusion. I watch the floor for more survivors. What I notice more than the few creatures left to save are the merely handful of royal guards among the fallen—in a sea of bodies up and down the hallway. The rebel werewolves never had a chance. I can’t make sense of it as Lucas, his knife still pressed to Emma’s throat, and I make our way toward the exit at the end of the wave of rebel fighters. Lucas must have known we’d expect them to attack

I feel Roman open up the pack mindlink and update everyone, then he asks the warriors to bind the knelt vampires. Finally, I turn and really scan Roman up and down. He’s covered head to toe in both black and red blood, a large scar now decorates his left flank from his underarm to his hip bone, and I see an oozing wound on his shoulder, but he’s okay. “Come on. I need to find him,” Roman says, and sadness takes over me as I realize who he means. “I know where he’s at,” I say, taking his hand. We make our way through the bodies of the fallen. They’re everywhere. I scan the face of every single wolf; I know most of them, but there are a couple faces of wolves who I haven’t met or have met and

Her faith was already shattered, but now for sure it was eternally broken. Jasmine sat on her bed knees up in the silence staring blankly at the wall, drinking tequila straight out the bottle. Replay of her falling down the stairs and seeing Chelsea’s spirit lead her to her own battered and bruised body, seeing her face, knowing she failed. In her mind Chelsea was blaming her, walking zombielike towards her, hands out pointing at her. It was only in her head, but Jasmine covered her eyes by hiding her forehead in her knees rocking back and forth.

“Now you’ve fallen—you’ve lost everything you were meant to be—just because of me!” He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze full of love and quiet certainty. “Haven’t I fallen hard enough? Long before I lost my wings… I had already fallen completely for you. And that fall was far deeper, far more real, and far more permanent than anything else I could ever experience.”

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.