Falling Off The Cliff Book Novels & Stories

I knew I couldn't react to him and I couldn't jump off either so I wasn't sure what he was going to do to me. Would he actually jab me off the cliff or will he spare me and leave with his pack back to the camp? Those questions ran through my mind as I stare and the moment he got close, his paws didn't hesitate nor linger as he sprained his hands to my face, punching me hard enough that I fell off from the high cliff and while falling my body kept slashing through the hard branches of the trees downwards until I blanked out.

Knowing it was no longer safe here, I had to leave, and Alice was getting weaker by the minute. Unfortunately, the only place to run to was a cliff. There was no way out. “We’ve got you now, girl!” Shouted one of the men. “You could have lived for one more night, but now…” the pursuer shouted at me as he rushed toward me, giving me a big shove at the same time, “go to hell!” “Ahhhh,” I screamed out as my body fell rapidly off the edge of the cliff and through mid-air, the wind whipping hard at my face.

She’s vulnerable without surrounding herself with all of these pawns. ‘I’m not asking permission,’ Nero doesn’t bother waiting for a response, charging at her, but just as we’re about to barrel into her, something slams into my side. Our paws squelch through guts and blood, struggling to gain traction. Weightlessness consumes me, causing bile to lurch in my throat. We’re falling. Nearly a hundred feet separates the top of the cliff from the basin of the ravine. ‘Nero!’ ‘We’re not fucking dying, you dumb asshole,’ he’s able to reach out, snagging on a rock before it breaks free. My ribs crack as we roll down another twenty-five feet, and a pained roar tears from Nero. The sound overpowers the

The wolf was relentless, his claws came at me again, pushing me off the cliff. A fearful cry for help vibrated from my throat, gaining Asher’s attention. I could see the pain, and unyielding horror in his eyes as he tried to reach out to me but it was too late. I was falling already. I watched as he dived his claws into the heart of the wolf that had pushed me and before my eyes, he jumped off right after me.

My eyes taking in my surroundings, my position. My legs were bent backwards, underneath my ass. My head...my neck...it was twisted up and angled in a way that seemed like I was upside down, only that it had twisted way too much to one side. My arms... "I can't feel my arms," I sobbed slowly, pain shooting straight through me from that. But I couldn't help it. I fell. I fell down a cliff. A cliff, a high fucking cliff. Was I dead? Was I alone?

I have to save myself from them. I ran without turning behind and I reached a cliff, when I turned around, the two creeps are behind me, coming forward trying to reach me. I am cornered once again. There is no way to escape. Suddenly, I am pushed off of the cliff and I am falling from the cliff. I hear voices of my friends and my family calling my name, trying to tell me to hold something to save myself but the voices are giving me a headache, there is so much noise and I am unable to concentrate on anything the only voice which reached me more is omer's voice.

Being shocked was an understatement. She was battling to live; battling to save herself. Alarmed, I cried, "Celina!" The moment I attempted to grip her arm, her body impelled backwards. Her legs tripped over each other, and like a weak mango tree, she fell off the cliff. Seeing that, my heart stopped for a while. I felt dead. Was this a nightmare? A huff left my mouth which was bulged open. Involuntarily, I stepped backwards, and fell to the ground. Had I just seen someone fall off a cliff?

My eyelids were getting heavy and I couldn't hold them open. I fell to the floor and felt myself roll down and over the cliff. My bones cracked and merged and I shifted in mid-air as I fell. With a heavy thud, my body hit the sharp jutting rocks at the bottom of the cliff, it was a great fall. The dark sky and the twinkling stars were the last things I saw before I was enveloped in darkness.

Which was quite impossible. I came to a stop before a large clearing, the sound of swishing water welcomed by my ears. The young pup stood by the edge of the cliff I had just noticed, taking in deep breaths. I did the same, waiting to see what happens next. The smoke stood still as well, but after a few moments, it crashed into the pup. The pup turned and fell off the cliff. And so did I, embracing a darkness that seemed to be worse than the one I had seen when I first found myself here.

In such weather, people hid at home, afraid to suffocate from the asphyxiating fumes, get lost and fall off the hill into the depths of the sea. The water seemed to calm. No sound of waves. No cries of seagulls. The Black Cliff sank into sleep, disturbed only by the quiet footsteps of Nocté. The current brought warmth from the south. For a while, the sea ceased to resemble icy tentacles and now warmed the girl's bare feet. There was a faint whistle in the silence, and a light came on in the fog.