Novel Fallen Novels & Stories

The man was a Fallen Devil! A Fallen Devil was a Cultivator who had been infected by Devil Qi, or had strayed into the Devil's Practice for some reason. He would possess the strengths of both an Immortal and a Devil.

You deserve this you pervert stupid! But unfortunately, he was strong and instantly he shoved me, causing make myself fall on the ground. “What’s wrong with you?!” @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!

Queen Marasela’s words cut through the air like a sharp blade, slicing through the fragile walls Clarissa had built around her heart. It felt as if the ground beneath her had suddenly crumbled, and she was left to fall into a chasm of confusion and disbelief. The revelation didn't just shake Clarissa’s world—it shattered everything within her. For a moment, the world seemed to stop, and the room around her blurred into a hazy fog. Her mind struggled to process the information, her thoughts swirling in chaos as the queen’s words echoed over and over in her ears. Lucas’s grandmother. The grandmother. Could it be true? Had she, the woman who had shown kindness to Clarissa before, really been th

Inside was a faded photo of Natalie, age five, grinning with a missing tooth. She held it out. Natalie didn’t take it. But she looked at it. Really looked. Then she walked back into the shelter, not saying another word. Meekey stood alone in the alley, hands shaking, the cold air slicing through her. She didn’t know what would happen next. But for the first time in fourteen years, it didn’t feel like the end. It felt like a beginning.

My body dropped instantly, just like a kite that had lost its string. The wind screamed in my ears as I fell. Faintly, I could still hear the manic laughter coming from the twelfth floor. The overwhelming weightlessness wiped out every thought in my mind. Then, my body crashed into the ground with a violent impact. It felt like every bone in me shattered at once. Pain shot through me like sharp knives, spreading from my right leg throughout my entire body. I could feel the bone in my right leg break. The agony was so intense that I couldn’t stop myself from groaning. Sweat and tears poured out uncontrollably, soaking my clothes in seconds.

[ IN WHICH SHE BEATS DEATH ONCE AGAIN ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V— I thought I had died. Or no. I did die. I remember falling into the void. I remember falling backwards, heading for the ground, but the thing is, I never reached the ground. I kept on falling, endlessly. It was like I had been falling and screaming at the top of my lungs for what felt like an eternity. It felt scary. It felt terrifying. Death. That is another thing it felt like.

the fallen was so sharp and persistent that I just sighed giving me up. He was not wrong, I was really still weak and even though I recovered absurdly fast - being near Asra while unstable was the same as asking for my energy to be arbitrarily sucked. "Whatever" I muttered "so I’m going to sink in this damn room and mold." The fallen with crimson hair popped his tongue in the roof of his mouth. "Frankly... when did you start acting like a spoiled child?"

That did it. Damon hesitated, his expression unreadable. “Now?” She forced a small, hesitant nod. “Yes. Now.” Damon glanced at her. Selene’s heart pounded as she stood in the dim glow of the fire, her mind racing with the weight of Killian’s revelation. The last of the Moonfallen. It wasn’t possible. The Moonfallen were a ghost story, a warning told to pups about the dangers of defying the High Council. No one had survived their annihilation—not a single wolf.

The burning city flashed again—closer this time. The temple crumbled before her eyes. And for the first time, the figure’s expression shifted. "You cannot unmake what is already broken." A chill ran down her spine. Cassian stepped forward. "Then what do we do?" The figure studied them for a long moment. Then, he whispered, "You run." And the world collapsed. The Descent Into Chaos Lena’s body lurched downward. She fell—through the void, through the endless dark—until suddenly, her body hit solid ground.

The memory of his fallen comrades burned bright in his mind, a beacon of unwavering resolve amidst the darkness that threatened to consume him. With a heavy heart and a burdened conscience, Alex knew that he could no longer continue serving in the army. The weight of the secrets he carried and the knowledge of the injustice that had been perpetrated weighed heavily upon him, a constant reminder of the sacrifices made by his fallen comrades.In a moment of clarity, Alex realized that he could no longer be a part of an institution that valued secrecy and deception over truth and justice. His loyalty lay with his fallen comrades and the oath he had sworn to protect and serve, not with those who