Fallen Novel Movie Novels & Stories

The city was burning. I could see the distant glow of flames from Antonio’s balcony, the smoke curling into the night sky like the ghosts of the fallen. And there were so many fallen. Luca stood beside me, unmoving, his face carved from stone. I had never seen him like this before. Not even when I had broken his trust. Not even when everything between us had come crumbling down. This was different. This was war. Cassie sat on the couch behind us, her leg bouncing anxiously. Ethan was on the phone, barking orders at someone, his usual sharp demeanor stretched thin.

Months of coffee-fueled all-nighters, chasing leads until my feet gave out, and putting my entire career on the line with nothing but a gut feeling and shaky video stills to guide me. But I was right. And when the dust settled and the department finished patting itself on the back, I’d walked out with a shiny new badge and a shiny new title. Detective Maeve Summers. Not that it felt particularly shiny right now, considering I was gripping a panda neck pillow and drowning in overpriced champagne waiting for my plane to take off next to Mr. Snake Tattoo over here. But one thing was clear. The man on the news, the one lying dead and pixelated on the screen, was the same man who had slipped thro

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.

I burst out crying in front of thousands of people that were present in the theater, and I didn't care at all, cause nothing else mattered, and let me tell you, it was like millions of arrows pierced in my heart, and it was really as if my heart was tied up in a knot, I really couldn't breath properly, cause this was the most worst thing of them all, worst than a gunshot wound, worst and sadder than actually dying. It was the perfect description of everything bad...everything sad and heartbreaking...everything tragic, and it felt as if I was dead already, but still physically living, like a zombie, but with the ability to still feel pain, but...but when my shaking eyes diverted to the side,

he paused, his face paling, “someone leaked footage. Of the compound. Of you. Of her.” Raven froze. “Footage?” Matteo nodded. “They’re calling it the Fall of the Don. The news feeds are spinning it like you were the enemy all along.” Jaxon’s jaw clenched. “Evelyn’s moving faster than I thought.” Raven met his gaze, her voice a whisper of steel. “Then so do we.” He looked at her, really looked, and in that heartbeat of ruin, he realized she wasn’t his weakness or his redemption. She was his mirror, the reflection that refused to shatter.

The memory of his fallen comrades burned bright in his mind, a beacon of unwavering resolve amidst the darkness that threatened to consume him. With a heavy heart and a burdened conscience, Alex knew that he could no longer continue serving in the army. The weight of the secrets he carried and the knowledge of the injustice that had been perpetrated weighed heavily upon him, a constant reminder of the sacrifices made by his fallen comrades.In a moment of clarity, Alex realized that he could no longer be a part of an institution that valued secrecy and deception over truth and justice. His loyalty lay with his fallen comrades and the oath he had sworn to protect and serve, not with those who

Her baby kicked gently, as if sensing her heartbreak. Lucian stood alone in the snow. Watching the woman he was falling in love with disappear into the night. ****** The Apartment That Doesn’t Feel Safe Anymore The penthouse was too quiet, too large and too cold. Too filled with the ghost of Lucian’s presence. Elara sat on the edge of the bed Marek escorted her to, hands trembling, her mind replaying Damien’s words over and over. He killed someone for you. A good man. Someone you trusted.

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

I asked in my mind trying to comprehend it. Our morning class ended while I was out on my own world. I can also hear the rumors about the incident happened in the morning but I don’t care. We are currently in the cafeteria today. "Jules, Shells", I call their attention. They turned to me and asked me if I was okay. "Do you know what a falling game is?", I asked them again. Jules stopped eating and Shelly choked so I handed her some water. "Why Ty? Did you receive a letter?" Jules asked worriedly.

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.