Novel Fallen Novels & Stories

What differentiates us is that I was not born or turned, I'm good with sunlight and I could stay long without thirst for blood. I love getting involved with human businesses because they at least changed my boring life. A human even led me to meet the most exciting thing ever in my life, and that thing is.... Romance novels. I accidentally got it from a boy one day and now am obsessed with them. I enjoy reading them, especially the ones authorized by Jenny Alfred. I always wish to get the kinds of love she portrays in her novels. I fell in love with her books and now I really want to meet her.

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

The Dark King staggered. Seris screamed. Kaden and Kael were hurled away from me. The fissure in the floor split wider. And the ground beneath my hands gave way. I fell again. But this time I was not alone. Hands grabbed me. Two of them. One golden. One white. And the world collapsed around us.

Inside, Fell is at his workstation, alone, the Grandmaster gone, the Order gone, everything gone except the hum of the preservation chamber and the three months that stand between this moment and the only thing he has left to believe in. Valentina reaches the basement door. The mysteries of London had led them here. To this moment. Where everything could be lost or won. The Fallen World had tested them. The revelations would transform them. And whatever came next would define them.

Falling was not like feeling the wind rush or being pulled down by gravity. It was like everything around Elara just disappeared. The world she knew, with its fire and soot and screaming wolves was gone. It was replaced by a dark emptiness. The last thing she saw was a beam of light from the Citadel. It was like a piece of sky before everything went black. She was not hitting rocks as she fell. It was like sliding down a dark tunnel. The walls of this tunnel felt like velvet and cold glass. They were pulsing with a vibration that she could feel in her bones.

What is he, then? She thought about the bench. The river. The way he'd said you're the first person who came back. I don't know yet. That's what you always say. Because it's always true. What are you going to do about it? She set the phone down. The room was quiet. She stood up. Walked to the shelf. Pulled out his book. The Falling. She opened it to the first page. He knew he was going to fall before he hit the ground.

I purred. This was a new Raven. A confident Raven. I felt powerful. Like nothing could break me. I felt comfortable in my own skin, and even though I had never seduced anybody before, I thought I was doing a damn good job at it. Thank god for the romance novels I used to steal from the trashcan whenever Marissa was finished with them. “It’s not that,” Hade’s voice is strangled. He clutches at his collar, pulling at it, loosening it.

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

This didn't go unnoticed by Roy and his lips thinned, fingers pausing from turning over the pages—to see Monroe smirking slyly. Roy avoided the deliberate probe from Monroe, sneakily shifting his chair closer to Jeremy, so that their arms brushed each other—whenever they moved. Jeremy, unaware of Roy's doing, decided to take out his own book for studying. A book with black cover, fairly thick and very warmly coloured illustration of a man in ancient greek clothes, adorned the front. Translated by Mary M. Innes, Ovid's Metamorphosis, it said. Monroe took a glance at the book, Jeremy put on the table and curiously propped up from her seat, to read the title.

“That book… it’s in all the old tavern stories. The Demon Lord of Thunder and Death. His relic. They say whoever opens it risks being cursed forever.” “I already opened it,” I said dryly, flicking the cover shut with a soft thump. “And I’m fine.” Norma looked horrified. “That’s exactly what they all say before lightning strikes and a thousand skeletons start tap dancing in their basement.” That finally pulled a laugh out of me. I couldn’t help it. Norma crossed her arms. “It’s not funny. The name ‘Maximus the Fallen’ isn’t some bedtime story.” My humor faded just a little. I glanced back at the book. Maximus the Fallen.