Lament Of The Fallen Novels & Stories

A gasp tore from her. The entity’s warning echoed faintly. Your paths may cross. But not without cost. Tears blurred her vision. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, though she knew he could not hear. She forced herself to turn away. The worlds needed her. And if she lingered too long, she might unravel completely. On the fifth night, the sky finally shuddered. Lucien stood at the border of Nightfall, watching the horizon, when a tremor rippled through the stars. A faint silver glow bloomed where the moon should be.

And now, their blood watered Blackwood soil. The wolves began to howl then—not a song of victory, but a dirge. A mourning cry that rose into the air and echoed across the mountains, carrying the names of the dead to the moon. Lena’s throat tightened, tears pricking her eyes. She had never heard anything so beautiful, so broken. It was not despair. It was remembrance.

My plan which was so carefully crafted fell apart just now. I looked at my fallen comrades as a pang of sorrow twisted in my chest. "Most of them were not there which looked like they ran while the rest that really wanted to fight were lying dead on the floor. I closed his eyes, accepting my fate but only at a point. My last thought was not of anger but of regret. At this moment, I felt my dreams shattered, my ambition unfulfilled as my body sat like a fallen leaf, lying amidst the shadows of the storm Pack as I had tried to conquer them. The rogues which were not legacy, were left to fade into the whispers of the forest.

"They’re through the wards, Kaelor. The song is breaking." A scream ripped through the air—a high, melodic note that ended in a wet gurgle. Across the plaza, a Muse fell. Her white robes soaked up the red from the floor like a sponge. "There!" Lucian’s voice echoed off the quartz spires. "The traitor and his pet!" Kaelor’s jaw unhinged. A sickening pop. His spine arched, his tunic shredding as gray fur exploded from his pores. He wasn't a man anymore. He was a hunk of silver-threaded muscle and hunger.

"When Lucifer Fell, He did not do so alone. And from this perverse covenant sprang forth Legion And all of Heaven Wept." ~ The Book of Lost Days Lilith 1:1 "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession—!"

Lying here with a loss of words, hearing no sound but that of a dirge I searched my mind but it comes blank, the sounds of Lament fell like I sank Deadweight is my body all dressed and adorned, to be viewed by the ones who felt I have scorned Tucked in a billow of alabaster white, a weight of coins to keep out the light How is it possible I am lying here, surrounded by people who don’t shed a tear? Trying to move to stop this façade, not wanting to meet the one they call God

The loss was a gaping wound, raw and festering, and no amount of longing could mend it. As I knelt there, cradling Virgil’s lifeless form, I realized that I had ventured beyond the brink of grief. I was lost in a maze of sorrow, where every turn led me deeper into the shadows. The world around me faded, and all that remained was the ache in my chest, the emptiness that echoed where my love had once thrived. And at that moment, I understood the cruel truth—I was not just mourning a lover; I was mourning a part of myself that had been irrevocably shattered because not only had Virgil gone still, Altair too had fallen asleep.

"Senior.. let me tell you about a demigod named Narcissus. Evidently, the idea of narcissism comes from him." Successfully able to stop the banter, Jeremy made Ken too eagerly listen to him. "It is said here in Metamorphosis, that Narcissus fell in love with his reflection on the water and treated all his admirers both Male and Female—of various species, badly. He desired himself and literally kissed his own reflection." "Looks like someone sitting right beside me." Monroe deadpanned, enraging Ken. The banter should have mediated, but seeing the turn of events, Jeremy groaned sadly. Did he make things worse?

He was right, he never said he loved her books. We fell into a comfortable silence as we both got roped into the magical world of reading. I was deeply drawn to the world of fallen angels, love, betrayal and so much heartache that by the time I was halfway through the second book, tears were rolling down my face and I couldn't stop them. "What's wrong?" Nick asked as I sniffed. "This book, I can't believe that Luce and Daniel went through so much just so they could be together," I replied as I wiped my tears.

He carried her in a bridal style and disappeared in front of everyone royally. Orion ordered Alaric to call the royal physician. “My Lord, My stomach hurts,” Abigail wailed in pain. She knew she lost the child when her gown was stained with blood. And she believed she lost her child when she saw the victorious smirk on Matilda’s face. Whatever the last piece of positive opinion she held on Austin died today. He was concerned when Matilda was sliced into two pieces but he wasn’t concerned when she was hurt. Her heart and her whole body were in pain. She lost her child.