How Does The Fall End Novels & Stories

We are spiraling, a plummeting stone in a dark, uncaring sky, and for the first time since the night began, I realize that Daryl Silverfang’s dominance isn't enough to stop the inevitable. We are falling toward the jagged earth, a landscape of black rock and frozen rivers that looms larger by the second. If we hit the ground at this speed, the contract won't matter, because there will be nothing left of us to collect, no Luna, no Alpha, just scattered remains. I hold onto him, not because I want to, but because he is the only thing standing between me and the end. My hands are locked into his clothes, my knuckles white, my eyes squeezed shut as the wind whistles a death knell in my ears.

The silver scar on his chest disappeared. The End appeared at the entrance. It looked at Cassian. You have chosen. Cassian stepped forward. I choose life. The End smiled. Then live. The darkness disappeared. Cassian fell into my arms. I held him tightly. Our daughter ran toward us. Papa! He lifted her. I'm staying. She hugged him. Good. I laughed through my tears. The Beginning watched us. Then it turned toward the horizon. But there is still one final problem.

My hands tremble when I climb onto the ledge. With one final look at the dead king, I suck in a breath, and then I fall...

The door suddenly closed and she pushed me to the big hole and in an instant, I fell. I fall and fall like there is no end. “Aaaahh!!!” I shouted because of the never-ending fall. I saw her watching me fall with her cold eyes and emotionless face. I keep on falling like I was falling from a very tall building. The pressure is pulling me down. I don’t know where my falling ends but this is better than getting stuck in a place full of agony and hatred. I keep on falling and falling and falling…

But if he surfaced? There was a chance, although a small one…that Slade could bear the brunt of this fall. “NO!” I said again. If we lived, she would find us, Lucinda. She’d capture us. It wasn’t something I could bear. But it was too late. Slade broke through. We shifted. It was Slade who fell the final ten feet. Smash. It was the wolf who finally collided with the ground.

ISABELLA’S POV I stood at the tree line and watched Redmoon Palace fall. It took a long time. Longer than you’d think — large things took longer to fall than small ones, the physics of it, the way each collapse triggered the next and the next and the next until the whole structure had worked through its falling and settled into what it was going to be afterward. Which was rubble. Which was stone and timber and a thousand years of dark magic released into the ground and the air and the specific quality of night that existed after something enormous had ended.

I heard a howl. That made me lose control and fall. I searched for my phone, which had fallen somewhere, but I couldn't find it. But I stopped cold when I saw something in front of me, close. I felt drops of blood fall on my hand, meaning the wolf's mouth was right above me. I froze, not moving, terrified. The wolf growled. I slowly raised my head, getting on my knees as best I could. This was the end; it was obvious this would be my last night. A tear rolled down my cheek. I was half sobbing but feared that the slightest movement or sound would make the wolf attack me.

But it's the end. At last, Tristan breaks apart into small pieces. Like ash. He disintegrates midair, leaving nothing but a trace of despair and pain. Then he's... gone. And everything he has done didn't matter in the end. The people around me start to move. Carlos and Sahari sink to their knees. The Rogues are now slowly turning back to humans. Diamond gasps, his gaze roaming around until he finds me. And he manages to catch me in his arms before I collapse, my entire world going black.

This is September's End. The sweetest downfall of the great manipulator. *** This is the LAST chapter of the novel. Hope you enjoyed reading! Thank you and see you on the next book!

Paul also noticed this, but in his defense, it was normal. The September End Fest will be starting on 28th and ending on the 30th. Three-day time of the festive atmosphere will be a hustle, that's why most people at this time were busy, same goes to Paul and Seri who will be performing on the 30th for the final event of the festival. While busy checking all the pieces of equipment, only the sound of the guitar's strings was vibrating throughout the room. Creak! Step.