Fallen Series Novels & Stories

Bailey: Drifter scream as he falls through the top floor and back on the third. "Holy shit," I yell as I step back. Watching as more of the floor breaks apart and falls, I have to jump through a window and into one of the rooms. Meanwhile, Rebecca runs back down the walkway. "Are you okay," I ask from the window, waving away some sawdust. "I'm fine," Rebecca yells, "But where's Drifter?" Hearing some groaning from below, I look down and see a silhouette in the dust cloud.

I can only hear my grandpa's voice. While Yaahadana, Naksh, Dev fell on a different part of the earth, Our fourth angel fell in the mountain range of north Greece. Today we called it a Pindus mountain range of ancient Greece. Like Naksh, he fell in the spirit form. **** Unknown Pov As we all fell thrown from heaven; we all came like a meteoroid towards this newly developed planet. I saw Yaahadana hit the ground like a volcano where he lost his metallic wings.

I glanced up at him, eyes wide, heart racing, and for the first time, I saw vulnerability there—something dark and jagged beneath the calm, magnetic surface. “You’re hiding something,” I said, voice trembling. “Something I need to know. Something… dangerous.” He didn’t answer at first. He studied me, lips pressed together, jaw tight. Then finally, slow and deliberate: “Everything you’ve fallen for… everything you think you know… it’s only the beginning. The fire… the obsession… it’s not just between us. It’s bigger than you realize.” My stomach dropped. “Bigger? What… what do you mean?”

Sylvia gave an innocent look towards the group, making her seem being wronged by Blake Three. “Claire is taking the stage, so to speak. Let’s listen to what she has to say.” Blake Three said, changing the subject. “Thank you all for coming. I want to inform you all that there has been a breach on Earth and many other planets where the Upper Realm had released many to cause damage to the people and bring them closer to the church for salvation. A Fallen had orchestrated this with the help of the Upper Realm’s Guardian of the Heavenly Tribulation.” Claire said, and when she spoke of the Fallen, many of the Phoenix women looked toward the newly arrived women, and one slinked back, alarmed by th

That did it. Damon hesitated, his expression unreadable. “Now?” She forced a small, hesitant nod. “Yes. Now.” Damon glanced at her. Selene’s heart pounded as she stood in the dim glow of the fire, her mind racing with the weight of Killian’s revelation. The last of the Moonfallen. It wasn’t possible. The Moonfallen were a ghost story, a warning told to pups about the dangers of defying the High Council. No one had survived their annihilation—not a single wolf.

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

Instinctively, I clutched my belly, my voice barely a whisper. “Hospital… take me to the hospital.” Dario looked down at me, irritation clouding his eyes. “It’s just a fall. Is that really necessary? Get up. You’re not a child. Stop pretending to be so fragile.” But the pain kept getting worse. I couldn’t even form words anymore. Maybe it was the sweat pouring down my face, or the fact that I couldn’t raise my head, but for the first time, a flicker of panic flashed across Dario’s face.

Minister Coltain brings us front and center of the rebel group, directly across the prairie from Alexander. “You will surrender the crown,” Minister Coltain calls across the gap. “Never!” Alexander calls back. His voice is a comfort I hadn’t realized I spent so many days taking for granted. Then Minister Coltain pushes me off the horse. I let out a high-pitched, guttural cry as my good shoulder takes the brunt of the fall. I’m sure it’s better to have fallen on my less injured side than the casted one, but the only thing I can think about in this moment is the searing pain winding around my shoulder, radiating down to my fingertips and up to my temple.

My skin was practically translucent now, my veins branching out like black spiderwebs. Images began to surface in the mirror. The mirror showed a battle on the clan borders, two years past. As the clan's top assassin, Cassian had infiltrated the Fallen's lair alone. But it was an ambush. In the vision, he was covered in blood. A Fallen’s claws had torn open his throat, severing the carotid artery. Black venom was creeping into his veins. It was Fallen necro-venom. Left untreated, the victim would devolve into a mindless Ghoul within three days.

“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.”