Lament Of The Fallen Novels & Stories

Not even the shadows that once answered my smallest thought. I close my swollen eyes. Two days. Then fire. Then perhaps… peace. In the silence of my ruined hearing, I mouth one last word against the dark: *Sorry.* To Mom. To Dad. To Victoria. To the girl I used to be. The chains creak. The torchlight flickers. And Raven Winterstar waits for the end she can no longer outrun. The Guard's Lament

The whispers of prayers and the soft howl of the wind carried grief through the ruined stronghold. Lorak, the eldest of the fallen, had trained countless warriors, his wisdom often buried beneath sharp wit. Keta had been young, newly-mated, and filled with a fire that burned brighter than her own torches. Dain had a quiet strength, his loyalty unshaken even in death. Their losses scarred more than just the land—they fractured something deeper. I lay still, wrapped in the weight of it, feeling as if moving would somehow disrupt the fragile peace clinging to this moment. Guilt pressed against my chest as heavy as any wound. I had power. I had fought. But it hadn't been enough.

No cry, no sound, just a rain of ash and molten scale that streaked the horizon. Merenrys watched him fall helplessly. Her firstborn. Her fiercest light, crumble into ruin. Her lips parted, the sound that came forth, another rupture of grief so wretched that the sands turned black where her tears touched. But Vraeleth wasn't done.

She pressed her hands to the roots, tears slipping down her cheeks. “He’s still here,” she whispered. “Both of them are.” The Children bowed their heads as the melody deepened. It was not a song of sorrow. It was remembrance— a sound of love shaped by loss. --- The Tree’s Lament For three nights, the valley glowed gold. The Tree of Memory never slept; its leaves quivered with soft music, its trunk pulsed like a slow-beating heart. Those who touched it saw flashes— Lyra’s light dancing through the first rain,

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.

“Now you’ve fallen—you’ve lost everything you were meant to be—just because of me!” He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze full of love and quiet certainty. “Haven’t I fallen hard enough? Long before I lost my wings… I had already fallen completely for you. And that fall was far deeper, far more real, and far more permanent than anything else I could ever experience.”

His voice was low and I found myself nodding immediately. "I just wanted to know what happened; I don't know why I tried to touch your hair." I tried shrugging the awkward tension off and sat up straight on the couch. He straightened his posture as well, without breaking eye contact with me. "Since you're curious, there is a time that comes every year when Fallen Angels get reminded of their sins and the reason behind them falling. It's a punishment given to us to be reminded of what we did wrong and the consequences that followed our actions.” That sounds tough but it does make sense. He continued, “We don't only get to remember the accident, we also have to feel every single emotion we fel

I slowly stood from the dark surface, pointing my feet in the direction I had seen her vanish into the unfathomable darkness. Walking for what felt like hours as I called out her name only to be met back with the deafening ringing of silence that surrounded me. My heart sank with every passing minute letting the cold dig deeper into my soul. With each step I took I could feel the little bit of energy I had being sucked away again, causing my steps to falter till I couldn't take another. Wobbling back and forth until my legs finally gave out as the last bit of strength I had was taken from me, causing me to fall hard to the dark surface. Grunting as the air was knocked out of me from the har

Empires do not fall in a single moment. --- They don’t collapse with one strike— --- One failure— --- One mistake. --- They fall slowly. --- From within. --- Cracks forming long before anyone sees them. --- And by the time it becomes visible— --- It is already too late. --- The system trembled. --- Not violently. --- Not completely. --- But enough. --- Enough for the first fracture to show. --- Elena felt it ripple beneath her feet— ---

I raised the golf club and viciously swung it at her favourite crystal ornament. At that same moment, my stomach had a sudden, bad cramp. I blacked out from the pain and lost my footing. Whitney called out my name in a panic, "Harvey!" That was the last sound I heard before I fell unconscious. … When I opened my eyes, I was already in the hospital. Whitney was sitting beside my bed, holding a medical report. There was a swirl of mixed emotions in her expression. The anxiety in her eyes dissolved when she noticed I was awake.