Fallen Review Book Novels & Stories

I glanced back at the book. Maximus the Fallen.

Whilst i’ll tell them avout our departure. Kasumi gave nod and then leaving with the others and i’m going toward the prince to tell him about our departure. His expression is priceless when he saw me changed myself. I then flapped my wing and go after the others. On the dream we had before, the people from outside world that is us, are called Fallen by the people of this world. Because We are truth to our own desire untill we fall to depravity. I’ll made my dream became true on this fucked reincarnation setting. After i’m do e with the main mission. Destroying ‘that’ person.

Ivan asked me to reread while he got his pens and paper to jot down notes so I could decipher what each word in the book meant. After another three hours, I finished reading and closed the third book. Then I glanced up at Ivan, who had a keen focus on the pages before him. “Is there something in there?” Aaron asked Ivan, who stayed silent on the study seat and only stared at the pages before him. “Yes, the book calls it For the Fallen. According to these books, there are three stages of completing The Ritual of the Fallen. The full moon mating, the lunar eclipse marking, and the crimson moon blood ritual.”

And yet, I had found power here in the past, buried between forgotten scrolls and ancient pages inked with truth. I let my fingers trail along the spines of the books as I walked slowly through the rows, dust clinging to my skin like memory. These books did not fear me. They did not lie to me. They did not twist love into leverage or silence into punishment. They simply were. I stopped in front of a worn leather tome entitled The Fall of Kingdoms, and smiled bitterly. The irony was thick enough to choke on. A book about ruined thrones, resting on the shelf of a woman bound to a crumbling one. The gods truly had a sense of humor—vicious, sharp, and cruel.

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

Eddie collected it and drank all but spit some out. "It's awful, why give it to me," Eddie said with an angry expression. "Because it will make you feel better like I said earlier, " Gabriel said and moved back to where he was sitting, picked up the book he was reading and started reading again. "Fall of the heroes " Eddie mumbled, looking at the title of the booking. "Yeah, you like it? " Gabriel asked him. "Don't love reading this kind of book," Eddie replied. "So, you stay only? " Eddie asked him.

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.

VALERIA'S POV The book floated for a few seconds and then it fell leaving the page open. I scanned the room for any presence but I couldn't feel any. I picked up the book and I had read this particular page casually but now it made sense I wondered how I missed it earlier. I read the words out loud and the book radiated a bright light. It was so bright that I thought I would get blind but looking at it. I waited till the light died out and closed the book and in my attempt to go inform Araida, my legs failed me as they wobbled making me fall to the floor.

Camillia and Marco ended up dying in an accident. It was suspected to be a revenge killing. When the news popped up on my screen, I was rushing to complete my thesis in the library. The comment section went into a frenzy. [An accident? Please. Camillia is the Colene family’s spy! That child is Marco’s! The Don despises traitors, so he took them both out himself!] I stared at the screen, and my fingers trembled. This was not how it happened in my memory.

Everything inside me goes still. My mind tries to reject it, but my body reacts first. My eyes stay locked on the words in disbelief. My knees buckle. The book falls from my hand and lands on the floor with a heavy thud. I barely feel myself going down. One second ago I was standing, and now I am on the ground. The cold stone bites into my palms as I try to steady myself too late. The hidden library looks like what they haven’t taken care of in a long while, so the floor looks dirty and rusted.