Fallen Series Novels & Stories

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 hated battle, but I hated the aftermath even more. I made a list of all the fallen I could identify, so I could visit their families later. The ones I couldn't, their family or packmates who saw them fall would have to report to me, and I'd go from there. Aston and Seth took Max's body to the morgue before we were even back. Fuck that hurt. My best friend since we were fucking pups. Gone. Fucking gone. What was the point? The point of all this death and destruction?

“How did it go?!” Elizabeth asked Franco as they walked into the room. “It was …” he paused in his tracks and slowly turned to look at Elizabeth. “Bloody!” He completed. “Aiden is dead now, we don’t need to fret anymore,” he said and her eyes went wide immediately taken aback and absolutely stunned by what she just heard. “You killed him?!” She asked her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah?! I had to!” He replied as he turned around and began to take off his wrist watches and everything he was putting on.

When they entered the apartment―the scene of Ken lying on the couch with his eyes covered shocked them to lengths. "Ken??" Monroe questioned nearing towards the couch with creased brows. Roy's eyes found Ken's laptop wide open with the college forum's page. Roy quickly put down the bag and took the laptop to check. And as he thought, it was the list of candidates that failed the compulsory test. Kendrick Huntington―the name was on the twenty third row. Monroe patted Ken's biceps heavily but the latter didn't budge from his position and remained dead-like. "How did you fail?" Roy asked, putting the laptop away. He tossed his newly bought suit aside and joined Monroe to coax Ken to get up from

I grabbed Damien’s hand, hauling him up, breath sharp, heart pounding. We raced through the collapsing steel corridors, dodging the last wave of Natalia’s guards, fighting through the flaming wreckage. The Fall of an Empire As Rook’s VTOL craft descended, we boarded fast, collapsing inside just as the fortress’s core erupted in a final, blinding explosion. The roar of destruction vanished beneath the storm-tossed ocean, leaving only silence. After the War Hours later... The storm broke, leaving calm seas... and quiet skies. Damien’s dark eyes softened as he rested against the cargo bay wall, his fingers brushing mine, warm, steady... alive.

Azaliah watched in horror as heaven fell into an uproar. She had seen this before, angels screaming and yelling, Michael barking commands at the other angels, structures falling and collapsing and speckles of golden dust littering the air. She had seen it all before but this time, it wasn't just in the walls of a temple, it was real. She was living it.

But the world around her responded. The cracked sky shifted. One of the fractures widened— And through it— She saw something that made her blood run cold. The fortress. Destroyed. Flames consumed the towers. The walls were broken. Bodies covered the ground. And at the center of it all— Ronan. Fallen. “No…” she whispered. Her chest tightened violently. “This isn’t real…” It is a possibility. The voice didn’t come from the figure. It came from everywhere. From the sky. From the ground.

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

“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.

Fallen is a race of celestial beings who were sent down to earth either as punishment or as a request made by them, they lose their wings in the process. Aryiks are a race of beings who are half werewolf half angels, they are granted angel lifespans and werewolf powers, including a wolf. They also allowed the fallen angels' powers to be passed unto them, however, can only be accessed until their 20th year. Most of the Aryiks born have their werewolf side more prominent than their angel side, therefore, losing their powers. My hair was originally the same as you're, but I cut mine, killing its magic and changing it to black.