Falling Novels & Stories

“Already earned the title as Mrs. Stewart, huh? So that’s what he thinks about me.” Everything I had earned had not been given out of love at all. It had been paid for with one of my kidneys. All the strength drained from my body at once, and I collapsed to the floor. I fell into a miserable heap. Pain spread through my body. I did not even have the strength to get back up. When Johnson saw me, he quickly strode over and helped me to my feet. He rested his profound gaze on me and asked, “How did you fall? When did you get here?”

Her eyes went crimson as the pain flooded over her. She realized she had to flee from him as quickly as possible. Her instincts shouted for safety, pushing her to keep a safe distance from him. She noticed that the lift was not moving when she looked at the floor number. “Why…. why is this lift not moving”

Shadows leaped, thickening into a dome over her head, but this wasn’t a neat beam or a discrete hazard—it was a chunk of the environment itself giving way under the strain. Her barrier caught part of the impact. Only part. The slab punched through, slowed but not stopped, heading straight for her ribs. “Selene!” I choked. There was no time to write on the floor. There is no time to reach a shelf. Only air between falling ceiling and her body. I didn’t think. I just stabbed the pen at the collapsing mass and dragged it sideways. The nib tore a jagged line in empty space, ink blazing in its wake. FALLS LIKE INK, NOT STONE.

Her body locked— And the force sent her flying backward. Her foot missed solid ground. Her body tilted— And then— She fell. Her scream tore through the air as she dropped from the mountain, echoing against the cliffs below. Then, Silence. I exhaled slowly. Walked to the edge. Looked down. Dust rose faintly from below. No movement at first. Then, I jumped. The fall didn’t touch me. The energy caught me halfway, slowing my descent until I landed lightly against the rocky ground below.

Fear shattered me, ripped through muscle and bone, and down into the ground. I fell.

Rosette’s POV Everything went silent. Not quiet. Not calm. Gone. The pressure vanished. The resistance disappeared. The endless structure of loops and fragments— Collapsed. And for a single, suspended moment— There was nothing. The Fall Then— I dropped. Not physically. Not in a way I could understand. But I felt it— A sharp pull— A violent return— And suddenly— Air slammed back into my lungs. Back to Reality I staggered. My knees nearly buckled—

I stuck my tongue out and tried to reach for the drop I could feel cascading down my cheek, but it wasn’t accessible. My fingers began to slip, the cold, damp surface offering little grip as panic surged through me. In an instant, I lost my footing completely, leaving only my desperate fingers to cling to the edge—my only barrier between life and the churning abyss below. “Cassie, I can’t! I’m falling!” I called out, my voice trembling.

I reached out wildly, trying to grab onto anything to stop my fall, and my hands found the front of Susanna’s hospital gown. The thin fabric tore under the strain, but it was too late. The momentum of my fall pulled her down with me. Time seemed to slow down as gravity took hold. I instinctively twisted my body, curling inward to shield my stomach from the impact of my fall. Pain exploded across my back as I collided with the railing before tumbling further down the stairs. Each collision sent shock waves through my already battered body. Finally, I landed awkwardly on the landing, my breath knocked out of me in one painful gasp.

And in the split second that followed— She was falling.

Annalise's POV I'm falling. You know that dream where you're falling, and just as you’re about to hit the ground, you jerk awake? Yeah, it’s exactly like that—except this time, I actually am falling. Eyes wide, I twist to see the ground rushing up to meet me. Channeling my powers, I slow my descent into a controlled drop, landing with one knee down and my fist pressed to the ground.