Icarus Has Fallen Novels & Stories

The rain that had begun falling made it even worse as my wounds felt hot and itchy. I grabbed hold of my neck and suspended my body in the air. "Goodbye, Iris. I hope you never see the daylight again." He let go. I didn't feel my body landing on the ground immediately. Instead, I was falling. Before I could realize he had pushed me off the cliff, I landed inside the water, and everywhere had become dark. ***** FENRIR The slap from my father stung a lot as I held my cheek. The most embarrassing part was that he did it in front of Lyra, her father, and some other council members.

I sat on the edge of the marble counter, staring at my reflection. “Get a grip,” I told the woman staring back at me. But my eyes were already shining. If he was calling me now… If he was stepping back into my world this carefully… Then this wasn’t over. And I wasn’t ready. Not even close. I slipped the heels back into the box, closed the lid, and whispered the truth I’d been avoiding all day: “Ethan Cruz… you’re still ruining me.” And somewhere deep inside, a part of me terrified and foolish that he always would.

“Moon goddess…” Adonai’s voice was gleeful, drunk on cruelty. “Don’t spoil the fun, brother. Let’s take her back. Tear her apart piece by piece until there’s nothing left.” “Take her,” Adonis said, voice rough with amusement. “The game has just begun.” Icarus hoisted me over his shoulder like I was a ragdoll. My head lolled back, blood dribbling from my mouth, my vision blurred beyond recognition. I hung there, limp, praying for a swift death.

Her apartment was quiet. Peaceful. She dropped her bag, kicked off her heels, and leaned against the wall. For a moment, she closed her eyes. But instead of silence— Him. His voice. His gaze. The way he stood too close without touching her. She opened her eyes quickly. “No,” she whispered to herself. This wasn’t happening. She wasn’t losing control. Not over him. Across the city, Damon stood by the window of his office, overlooking the skyline. His mind wasn’t on business.

I found strength I didn’t know I had and lifted my chin. “I, Iris Devenwood, accept your rejection. May the Moon bear witness that our bond is broken.” I didn’t wait to see his expression, or whatever triumphant smile Calista wore. I turned and ran as fast as my legs would carry me before I felt it. My heart breaking. Our bond snapping. Each thread unraveling, tearing away a piece of me. The pain was excruciating, dizzying. My body burned hot, trembling, unsure if the wetness on my skin was sweat, mud, or blood.

“The only thing that scares me… is not being close enough if someone tries to take you.” Her stomach tightened, both in fear and something warmer, deeper, more dangerous. “Get dressed,” he murmured. “I’ll be waiting.” ****** The gala was held in the Crestfallen Hotel. A towering marble fortress lit with white stone columns that stretched into the sky. Snow drifted in slow spirals, settling on the awnings and glowing under the lanterns. Lucian helped Elara from the car only after scanning the street with a careful, lethal precision. If anyone had ever looked at her with such wordless protectiveness, she didn’t remember it.

It felt eternal. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the campus. They walked hand in hand, hearts lighter, spirits soaring. Their journey hadn’t been easy, but it had been theirs. Every kiss, every tear, every heartbreak had led to this: a love built on trust, forgiveness, and the courage to begin again. And as they reached the corner where it had all started, Nora whispered, “I never imagined falling could feel like this.” Jaden smiled, brushing a stray curl from her face. “Neither did I,” he admitted. “But now I can’t imagine anything else.”

It didn’t matter in the face of death. My head jerked to the right, founding the blade glistening. Looking at him, my hand reached for the blade. One second, two seconds, three seconds… “When you wake up in the other world, you’ll be thanking me, Winter.” And I struck the blade to his face, eliciting a roar from him. Bang~ The door to my doom opened, and so many people dragged me like I was nothing. Their eyes scrutinized me as if I was a skilled killer. A scream echoed throughout the path. Gone was the respect in their eyes. What I am now is just a fallen Luna.

Tristan Harlow: "Get out of here," Marcus screams before swinging his hand. Looking right at me, I stop sneaking toward the soldiers and look closer at Marcus. He's holding up his hand, and I can see something small and silver hanging from his finger. Just as I realize the thing hanging from his finger is a pin, an explosive kicks me into the air and knocks me back. Screaming as I hit the ground, a loud ringing sound pierces my ears. "Ahhh," I say, slamming my hands against my ears. "Fuck."

, he paused, taking a step closer to look the man in his eyes before continuing, "And you'll never be able to see us again. Never! Oh! and one more thing, you don't say anything about my brother." With that, he entered his rooms without turning back, closing the door softly, not wanting to wake Vantae. He caressed the younger's hair before he flew out of the window into the dead darkness of night. He never imagined that the darkness would be so peaceful with only the moon and him. Not actually paying attention, he didn't notice when he reached the border of Utopia, a beautiful garden again. The veiled wall separating his world from Abyss. Coming back to his feet, he sat down on the grass as