Novel Fallen Novels & Stories

She tosses a bundle of fabric at me. “What?” “A shirt. I don’t know what destroyed yours, but you’ll need one that isn’t as…flamboyant, anyway.” “For what?” I dare to ask. A new noise sounds from outside, the sound of hundreds of little legs tapping against a hard surface. “Welcome to Mercatus, your first ground-dweller town. This is your home now, Fallen.”

Whilst i’ll tell them avout our departure. Kasumi gave nod and then leaving with the others and i’m going toward the prince to tell him about our departure. His expression is priceless when he saw me changed myself. I then flapped my wing and go after the others. On the dream we had before, the people from outside world that is us, are called Fallen by the people of this world. Because We are truth to our own desire untill we fall to depravity. I’ll made my dream became true on this fucked reincarnation setting. After i’m do e with the main mission. Destroying ‘that’ person.

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

“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.

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

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.

Rigel gasped as golden flames wrapped around him, searing away the darkness, consuming him in something holy, something pure. The darkness screamed. And Daniel… Turned back to face it. “You want me?” he said, voice unwavering. He took a step forward, away from Rigel. Toward the void. “Then take me.” The Fall of Daniel Calloway The darkness devoured him. It happened in an instant—tendrils of pure shadow wrapping around his limbs, pulling him in, drowning him in endless black. “No!” Rigel’s scream shattered the night. But it was too late.

Emilia's gaze fell upon the mirror, and for a moment, she saw the girl she once was – innocent, naive, and full of hope. But that girl was gone, consumed by the flames that destroyed her family. With a quiet resolve, Emilia began her morning routine, each movement a testament to her unwavering dedication. She was no longer the victim; she was the phoenix rising from the ashes, forged in the fire of her own vengeance. Emilia's eyes locked onto the newspaper clipping on her dresser, the headline screaming "Blackwood Empire Expands: Marcus Blackwood Announces New Business Venture." A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins as she read the article, her mind racing with possibilities.

He couldn't find the words to respond, knowing that any further attempts to explain or reconcile would only cause more pain. With a heavy sigh, Jayden walked towards the door, each step feeling heavier than the last. The sound of Lena's sobs lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of what they had lost. Heartbroken and devastated, Lena fled back to the space of her fashion house office. Tears streamed down her face as she collapsed into her chair, her shattered dreams crushing her spirit. The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with sorrow. Her sobs echoed through the empty office, each cry a testament to the pain that consumed her. She clutched her stomach protectively, feeling the prese

POV DARLENE The fall from the Celestial Spire was not a descent through air, but a plunge through the dying echoes of a civilization. Around us, the silver city disintegrated into a rain of metallic glass, each shard reflecting the violet star that had become the eye of our new, broken sky. As we plummeted toward the Wastelands of the West, the gravity of the Spire’s null-zone finally snapped, replaced by the crushing, visceral weight of the Goddess of Scorn.