Lament Of The Fallen Novels & Stories

“Am guessing you were one of the lucky set when the Luna plague hit that had the wolf gene already in their system Kael went completely silent. Nova noticed immediately Like someone had ripped open an old wound beneath his skin. His wolf stirred violently beneath the surface. Because that day… That day was carved into his bones. The beginning of the end. The day the world drowned in blood and screaming. And the day he lost her. Nova frowned slightly at his silence. “Was it that bad?” Kael let out a quiet humorless laugh. “Bad?” The word sounded hollow coming from him. He slowed near the entrance of a collapsed subway station before finally speaking again.

It was the voice of a broken man, one who had waited centuries in the suffocating silence of eternity just to see those eyes look at me again. ​I collapsed onto the cold marble floor. I, Lysander, the master of this realm, was now kneeling at Thalia’s feet. I wrapped my arms around her knees, burying my face, wet with hot, stinging tears, against the thin silk of her nightgown. I could feel her body trembling, but I didn't care. My pride? That had died the very first day I watched her soul flicker and fade on that cursed altar.

The howling winds seem to echo their pain, their collective hearts shattered by the weight of the loss. Silent tears mix with the rain as Emily and Liam gather their pack, their voices filled with a mixture of anguish and determination. "We mourn our fallen," Emily declares, her voice a whisper in the storm. "But we will honor their memory by fighting on, by preserving the strength and unity of our pack." Liam's voice quivers with raw emotion as he adds, "We will remember their spirit, their courage, and their unwavering loyalty. In their honor, we will rise from the ashes of this storm, stronger and more united than ever before."

Hey guys, I want to thank everyone that was with me throughout the journey of this book and i appreciation you guys for supporting me even in my inconsistency. I want to use this medium to announce that Fallen Apart has finally come to an end. Yeah, it’s a bit heartbreaking to close the Chapter of Aria and Dave forever.

The headstones stood as silent sentinels, a stark reminder of the sacrifices made in the line of duty. With a heavy heart, Alex knelt before the graves, his hands trembling as he placed a bouquet of flowers at each marker. His throat tightened with emotion as he spoke, his words a whispered promise to the fallen. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice choked with grief. "I'm sorry I couldn't bring you back. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." But as he bowed his head in silent prayer, a determination rose within him like a flame. He would not let their deaths be in vain. He would seek justice for their memory, no matter the cost.

' I said in response while taking my spray can out and spelt The Black Hunter out across the wall. 'Pl...please... stop....i....didn't.....mean' And with that I stabbed him instantly and he closed his eyes. 'Should have thought about it before you raped that poor girl.'

On the day my adoptive father, Claude Bolton, is buried, my biological parents, along with the fake heiress, Gwen Walton, force their way into the funeral hall to pressure me into signing a statement of forgiveness. They say Gwen is about to be recommended for graduate school, so she can't afford to have a disciplinary record for driving a mechanic to his death. My biological mother, Lorna Pollard, holds my hand and cries. "Claude is already dead. Don't ruin Gwen too." My biological father, Joseph Walton, presses the pen into my palm. "The dead shouldn't stand in the way of the living." Gwen kneels in front of the casket, crying pitifully. "Ada, I'm sorry. I didn't know Mr. Bolton wou

From the ruins of betrayal rose not just a throne reborn, but a love crowned eternal. Yet even in triumph, sorrow lingered. Darian Crestfall, loyal knight torn between oath and heart, was laid to rest beneath the stones of Black Hollow. Lyra Esthaven, bold warrior cursed by destiny, vanished into the Whispering Forest, her fate left to the winds. Cyrion Duskbane, heir of a fallen kingdom, departed eastward, seeking redemption beyond the Vale’s reach.

Alex’s outline blurred, fragments of his form breaking apart into shimmering particles that drifted into the fractured air. Damian reached out, but his hands passed through empty space as Alex disintegrated before him. Gone. Again. This time, it felt even worse. Because this time, it was his fault. Damian dropped to his knees, the weight of his failure crashing down on him with unbearable force. The world around him continued to collapse, reality tearing itself apart under the strain of the broken loop. “I’m sorry,” he choked, tears streaming down his face. “I’m so sorry…”

The ground crumbled, and he plunged into darkness, his body falling with terrifying speed, swallowed by the blackness below. Catherine’s scream echoed in the chamber, but it was too late. Lucius vanished into the abyss, his figure disappearing into the shadows. Silence descended once more, broken only by the faint, lingering echo of his fall. ***