Novel Fallen Novels & Stories

Taking my chances that she would be unable to harm her mate, I levitated there, directly under her, and shifted back to my human form. I heard her let out another sinister growl and looked up at her, seeing her thrashing around violently in the air while she was sniffing it. I send a silent thank you to whatever Gods were present with us for hearing my prayers. When her black eyes met my white ones, I saw them flick back to her beautiful green before she suddenly fell out of the sky. I lept off my feet just as she was about to land on the edge of the small land that was left and caught her before we were both falling downwards. Sparks so intense, I thought I would combust right there tore th

With a stern voice, I shared with her what I had been feeling around Sonia ever since we met her for the first time. "Well, you might have learned what triggered her desire to fall, but it goes beyond that. Those who can't break free from what pained them will trigger the awakening of a fallen rogue until they cannot bear it anymore. Fallen Rogue was not just a psychological battle but an emotional one as well, and only a few survived without any help from anyone—meaning, they encouraged themselves." Lady Ceres explained what was truly happening to Sonia that no one could tell apart from her. "In Sonia's case, she chooses to be a fallen to kill those people who wronged not just her but her f

But even if it were true, how am I supposed to reconcile his tenderness with me and his murder of my dad? Either way, I’m scared of what the answer might be, so in the end, I don’t ask Max about it. I just shift on the uncomfortable stone floor where I’m leaning against the wall next to the bars of my cell door. Closing my eyes, I let Max’s soothing voice transport me to a fictional world of villains and thievery. “Nicodemus felt around the pitch-dark corridor, shuffling along blindly,” Max reads. I’m nervous for the character of Nicodemus, and honestly it’s a relief to be nervous about someone’s situation other than my own for once.

Stepped into the trap. Now I just had to survive it. The elevator descended, carrying me back to ground level. Back to reality. Except reality had just shifted into something I didn’t recognize. And there was no going back.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I exhaled, my breath coming in heavy, jagged rasps. My palms pressed into the dirt, and that’s when I realized the fall had been an illusion. I looked around, seeing my men stirring with the same ragged, panicked breathing, their eyes wide as if they, too, had just escaped a great height. But how was I on the floor and just waking up? I looked frantically toward the patch of grass where I had laid Novel down before the darkness took me. She wasn't there. A cold dread began to settle in my gut, made worse by the fact that the landscape didn't even look the same. The sun was now high and harsh, its full heat beating down on us from the center of the sky.

"They’re happier this way. Both sides. Why should a starving man have to look at a penthouse he’ll never touch? It’s humane to keep them separate." She led me back toward the surface, the transition from the rot below to the crisp night air above hitting me like a physical blow. The disparity made the luxury of the upper streets feel oily. "I wanted you to see the vision," she continued, sweeping her hand toward the glittering skyline. "Havenfall is a masterpiece because leaders like Ethan Cole aren't afraid to cut out the cancer." I wrenched my arm away from her. The girl I thought I knew was gone. "It’s a masterpiece built on a mass grave."

​The fall from the stratosphere was a silent, terrifying descent through a sky that no longer belonged to humanity. As Leo Vane drifted in the wake of the "Resonance-Nova," the atmosphere of Earth felt different, colder, thinner, and vibrating with the low-frequency hum of the Violet Citadels.

I raised the golf club and viciously swung it at her favourite crystal ornament. At that same moment, my stomach had a sudden, bad cramp. I blacked out from the pain and lost my footing. Whitney called out my name in a panic, "Harvey!" That was the last sound I heard before I fell unconscious. … When I opened my eyes, I was already in the hospital. Whitney was sitting beside my bed, holding a medical report. There was a swirl of mixed emotions in her expression. The anxiety in her eyes dissolved when she noticed I was awake.

Nova gasped. The sensation was stronger than ever. She pressed a hand against her wrist. The silver symbol glowed brightly. Ava's eyes widened. "Nova." "I know." The mark pulsed again. Then again. Guiding her. Leading her. Toward the fortress interior. Toward something waiting below. The inside of the Fallen Crown felt like stepping into another world. Dust coated every surface. Collapsed ceilings blocked entire hallways. Ancient banners hung in tatters from the walls. The fortress had been abandoned for centuries.

⸻ The Fallen Celestial slowly released Victor. ⸻ The Blackthorne heir crashed against the ground violently. Coughing. Gasping. Barely conscious. ⸻ Black veins spread across his neck. Across his face. ⸻ The corruption was growing. ⸻ But nobody looked at him. ⸻ Nobody cared. ⸻ Because something impossible had just happened. ⸻ The Fallen Celestial took one slow step forward. ⸻ Its enormous body towered over everyone. Yet somehow—