Legends Of The Fall Novels & Stories

I instinctively touched the spot on my chest where I had been stabbed in my last life. For some reason, I felt a strange sense of relief. - Our company had selected the recently popular male model, Barclay, as the spokesperson for our new product campaign. He was coming in that afternoon to sign the contract. Rumor had it that he had become famous overnight after a major international runway show and gained a massive fanbase. Before I could look through his profile, my boss called me into the conference room. I did not expect the great Barclay to actually be someone I already knew.

The rain battered the windows. For several seconds Lena simply stared. Then "You applied?" "I interviewed." "You got hired?" "Senior communications assistant." Lena stood so quickly coffee nearly spilled everywhere. "You're insane." "Probably." "Seraphina" "I need answers." "Not like this." "It's the only way." Lena shook her head. "Blackwood Holdings is one of the most powerful companies in the country. Security alone is impossible." "Good thing I'm not breaking in." "You are literally infiltrating a billion-dollar corporation under a fake identity."

Legends don’t fall in silence. They fall— --- In the moment no one expects. --- In the moment they are needed most. --- In the moment they choose… --- To give everything. --- The war didn’t slow. --- It intensified. --- The system— --- Now fully unrestrained— --- Pushed harder than ever before. --- Erasing. --- Rewriting. --- Overwhelming every point of resistance the moment it formed. --- And yet— --- Something kept interrupting it.

Jaz POV The Moon Valley Pack is located a few miles from the Pacific Ocean and between two large mountains that separate us from the rest of the world. When you sit on the cliff that is not too far from the pack. You can see the Ocean and then you can look up and see the moon. I came across the cliff when I was 17 while on my nightly run at 11. Ever since Alpha Jax, Bata James, and Sam found me they brought me back to the pack. They gave me 2 weeks to heal and pass every test that the doctors gave to me. Then they began training me to be the best of the best. Fist they wanted to learn everything about me. From where I came from, what happened to me and of course I could tell them anything be

He was livid. Not just because he had lost, but because of how it happened. The fight he had put so much hope in, two warriors he had trusted with his reputation, his pride, his revenge, had ended in humiliation. The Cindercloak warrior, Legion, who once burned through battlefields without mercy, had fallen without Vyrelen even breaking a sweat. And the cursed spirit of Ashland, an ancient being said to hold the wrath of the land itself, was destroyed like it was made of sand, not stone.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

I'm afraid your dad might die of a heart attack if you don't give him any calls. 'Yeah Yeah.' The conversation carried on and I fell asleep on the sofa watching Barbie of Swan Lake. it was 2 am and I woke up and headed to the underground fighting arena. God, I love beating the shit out of men. Tonight's prize was 500k for the last man standing. I entered the arena and out my name on the ballot and placed it into a box. Eventually I was called out. Fight after fight. Only meant victory after victory. 'Tonight's doghouse champion is Rosaline Danvers.'

“Then tell me.” For a moment, he didn’t respond. But then, so quietly she almost didn’t hear it, he murmured: “I am the last of the Moonfallen” Selene froze. Her blood turned to ice. The Moonfallen were a legend. A pack wiped out ten years ago by the High Council, accused of crimes so terrible their name was erased from history. No survivors. Except… there was. Killian. She had saved a ghost. And if anyone found out, she would burn with him.

I took a deep breath and repeated calmly, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you—every one of your bank cards is under my control, and there’s not a single penny left in them.” Nicholas’s anger exploded as he slapped me across the face. I staggered and fell to the ground. The pain on my face, the scrape on my wrist, and the look of disdain on his face— It felt like ants crawling through my veins, slowly gnawing at my bones, tunneling into my heart. It shattered the last shred of affection I had for Nicholas.

“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.”