Lament Of The Fallen Novels & Stories

The impact jarred through the air, an unyielding testament to Levi's determination to protect his fallen comrade. Fester lay sprawled upon the floor, his body betraying the severity of his wounds. Blood gushed forth in a macabre symphony, staining the ground beneath him. As Selena reached his side, her trembling hand clasped tightly within his, tears cascaded down her cheeks, painting a vivid portrait of grief and despair.

I was just Lucian now, a man of flesh and blood, bleeding out on a forgotten battlefield. Blood oozed from different parts of my body, staining my tunic instantly black. My lungs fought desperately for air, but the pain made every breath a shallow, rattling gasp. I fell to the ground, falling heavily onto my knees, then collapsing onto my side, the dirt cold and soft against my cheek. I knew that this was the end for me. The weight of defeat, the horror of Selena’s capture, and the sudden abandonment by my own wolf were absolute.

“Have a good evening.” It’s all he says before pumping his wings and then rising into the sky so that he mixes with the bats and airplanes that hover high above, and it is only when he is out of sight that I move and lean against the banister so I can stare down at the city below. “Fuck,” I growl, brushing my hand along my face while my anger continues to ebb and flow. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Ciaran?” ‘Don’t you know.’

With a deep breath, Loretta struggled to her feet. She brushed herself off, wincing at the scrapes. Despair wrapped around her like a shroud. She walked, her feet heavy, one step at a time, homeward bound, lost in sorrow. Tears cascaded unrestrained down her face. My heart was bleeding for Mercy, for Fabian, for everything that happened. Regret, the weight was pulling me down. As night began to fall, Loretta trudged on, alone. Never had freedom been this hollow.

The bodies of the fallen had been laid to rest the previous night, but today was reserved for the Luna’s farewell—a ritual as ancient as the pack itself. Everyone was dressed in black, their heads bowed in respect and grief. Damon stood at the front, his eyes swollen with tears that he tried and failed to suppress. The weight of his losses pressed heavily on his shoulders. He was truly alone now, save for his young son, who clung to his side, eyes wide and confused at the sadness around him. Although Lucifer, Mikhail, and Luna Loveth had been by his side throughout the night, the emptiness inside Damon was profound. The pain of losing his mother, the last of his family, was like a wound that

His face instantly turned pale. “Because I already died once.” I looked into his eyes as I enunciated each word. “In my previous life, you abandoned me on the delivery bed. “I suffered unbearable pain because of the slow-acting poison you fed me. “I listened in despair as the doctor declared that our child wouldn’t survive either. “It all happened simply because you were foolish enough to believe that I had caused Camillia’s death. “As for this life…” I snorted. “When has the humiliation and your cruel treatment of me ever been not real?

Minister Coltain brings us front and center of the rebel group, directly across the prairie from Alexander. “You will surrender the crown,” Minister Coltain calls across the gap. “Never!” Alexander calls back. His voice is a comfort I hadn’t realized I spent so many days taking for granted. Then Minister Coltain pushes me off the horse. I let out a high-pitched, guttural cry as my good shoulder takes the brunt of the fall. I’m sure it’s better to have fallen on my less injured side than the casted one, but the only thing I can think about in this moment is the searing pain winding around my shoulder, radiating down to my fingertips and up to my temple.

The moons above flickered like dying hearts. Liora screamed over the sound, “If you fall, there’s no return!” Adrien tightened his grip on her hand. “Then hold on, or fall with me.” She stared at him for a heartbeat, her expression breaking open, grief, love, terror all at once. Then she whispered, “You’re more like her than you think.” He didn’t have time to ask what she meant. The world collapsed. He and Liora plunged through the shattering reflection, through light, sound, and memory, falling into a sky that had no up or down.

A few students gawked, not quite believing that the sunshine boy would take up a fight, much less beating the crap out of them. Nathan didn't care about anything at the moment. His head was spinning with anger, blood ringing in his ears. He felt like his being was drowning. Nathan saw himself in Timothy's place, struggling to survive. The boy focused ahead when he felt the warmth around him disappear. His vision captured Timothy pulling a tall man towards him. Whatever the younger said didn't reach Nathan's ears. All he could feel was his ears pounding, body on the verge of giving up. His sight blurred with hot tears, skin tingling when a tender touch rested against his cheek. Nathan tried t

I can feel it in every pore of my body. My heart hurts. It is broken. I have lost everything. I have lost myself. My life is over. I do not want to give up. I do not want to let him win. But I am fading. I am fading. Fading. Weakened by my loss. My grief. Tanner is dead. My true mate. Lucius has killed him. He may as well have killed me. He has broken me. I stare into the darkness. I know I must try to focus.