How Does The Fall End Novels & Stories

His fingers twitch against the floor, scrabbling for something—control, power, anything. His eyes roll toward them, dark and fading, but still filled with venom. His lips move, sputtering blood with each word. “This… isn’t… the end…” But his voice falters, his breath catching, and slowly—finally—his eyes drift shut. His chest falls and doesn’t rise again. The rooftop falls into silence. The fire in the sky rains down in blackened ash, snowing over the survivors. The sirens below echo upward, mingling with the shouts of police flooding the building.

The fall was more than something he could control. He couldn’t stop the scream that forced itself out of his mouth as he found himself struggling against the force of gravity. His body hit the window guards from the top most floor and his head also hit one of the opened window glasses and continued downward until it got to the middle floor at the fourth second where it hit another opened glass window, all this slowing down his movement and increasing the pains of his fall. He closed his eyes in anticipation of his death as he continued falling.

The moment I’m standing, I’m pretty sure I just… black out. I don’t remember jumping on his back and winding my forearm around his scrawny neck. I don’t realize we’re falling to the ground until the understanding of how frail he is hits me directly in the chest, turning the tide in my favor. I straddle his back, tangling my fingers in his long, white hair, and slam his face against the ground. Over and over. And, over. It’s rather cathartic, I have to admit. “Fallon!” I slam the Grand Wizard into the stone again and again until his body goes limp under mine. The sharp metallic tang of blood cuts through the ozone, no longer quickly whisked away by the wind.

Satisfied with my response, Aiden gets up, and after giving me one last look, he begins to move forward, making his way out of the building and to safety. Only once I can’t see him any longer do I take in the area around me as more and more pieces of the roof fall and the walls begin to crack, indicating that the end is near. “This is the end,” I whisper, closing my eyes and allowing images of Atlas and Aiden to begin to dance behind my closed eyes. I had hoped to spend forever with them both, but fate had a different plan for me, and now I would have to accept that they would continue to move forward while I left them.

Not every fall… --- Is caused by weakness. --- Not every defeat… --- Means failure. --- Sometimes— --- The strongest ones fall… --- Because they refuse to bend. --- The core was breaking. --- Not slowly anymore. --- Not quietly. --- Violently. --- Cracks tore through the space around them— --- Splintering light, distorting structure, pulling everything toward collapse. --- Time— --- Was gone. --- “We end this now!” Victor’s voice cut through the chaos.

The world then slowly turned from the faded blue to pitch darkness and I knew it was over. I was dead. **** My body began to fall. I knew that I should have been scared. I should have been screaming and grasping at whatever I could find to cushion the fall. But I stayed calm. If anything, it felt free. I was free. I welcomed the fall. I welcomed whatever pain that would come with it. Because I deserved it. I had failed. I could only pray that Fiona found a way to counter Willow’s magic. If not, they might not stand a chance.

I fought to maintain my balance, the ground beneath me unforgiving in its uneven terrain. As my vision faltered, I could no longer track Draxler's movements. The blows came with a ferocity that transcended the physical realm. I stumbled, a step away from losing my footing entirely. In a final, desperate attempt to stand my ground, I braced for the impact that would decide the course of our battle. The fall was inevitable. Gravity asserted its dominance, pulling me down to the unforgiving ground. I landed on my back, the impact reverberating through my battered body. Alpha Draxler loomed over me, a predatory silhouette against the moonlit night.

When they pulled apart, Kael rested his forehead against hers. “No more disappearing.” Nova smiled. “I’ll try.” “Nova.” “Fine.” She laughed. “I promise.” Kael pulled her into his arms. After everything they had survived, everything they had lost, and everything they had discovered… They were finally together. And this time, nothing was going to tear them apart. The End.

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

Time to end this one way or another. ***