Pride's Fall Novels & Stories

It's like she's turning into a monster. "And then you came along!!! My Dad couldn't believe it when he met your grandma. It was like his pride had been stepped on by a woman. But still, he grew fondly of you. With Hugo and you having the closest age gap, it was the best technique he could have. He wants to take you in. Since then, I could always see them slowly studying you. Hugo at first was not interested. His mom was rich too so he doesn't need more from our father. But as Dad forces him to watch your videos with him every night, he grows interested and affectionate. He thinks he knows you so well just by watching your interviews!!! Though he was wrong! You like people that are crazy like

There was no opening from ahead, no indication of where I fell from. I was right at the centre. I groaned again and tried to stand. I coughed, something warm and metallic bubbling at my lips. Blood. Great. Still, I stood. I always stood. My legs wobbled a bit. Curse this damn pack. Was this the Goddess's judgement? Or the council's twisted version of it? Of course they'd try to break me, strip me of my pride. They did it with my mother, stripped her of her title for crimes she didn't commit. Now they were attempting the same with me.

It didn’t, nothing ever does. I stepped out and dried my body off, threw clothes on without thinking, each movement was mechanical. Pull the shirt, tug the pants. Nothing felt right. My chest was still tight, my head still heavy. Pride is a bastard—it keeps me from saying sorry, from walking back to her and fixing it. Instead it leaves me stuck in a stupid silence, that's killing me more than her.

Pierce felt that every last pack member mattered. “We took Jax down!” celebrated Pierce to himself. “The great Second is no more.” Pierce had always been jealous of Jax, even more so now that he heard he’d found himself such a worthy mate. He felt no mercy for the pain he’d caused Amelia. He didn’t even know her name. All that he knew was that Jax was happy for once. And now he was no more. Pierce knew that Jax’s mate would be a broken woman, but he didn’t care. His nemesis was eventually dealt with. Their rivalry would be no more. Pierce struggled to wipe the smirk from his face, the pompous ass.

“I’m just thankful that we are still your mates, I was worried that things would end up being different with you not being a fallen.” I shook my head in shock. “What’s a fallen?” “They were angels in past lives and they’re used as tools to combat demons. They’re extremely rare because they’re normally killed off but you had survived. Baby, what I’m telling you is the truth.” He said. “This is a bit much for me to digest honestly, I barely know any of you.” I told him. A fallen? What’s he going on about things being different? I’m so confused. “I made you fall in love with me once, I’ll do it again.” He approached me and I felt tingles, proving that we were mates. He rested his forehead on to

It felt eternal. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the campus. They walked hand in hand, hearts lighter, spirits soaring. Their journey hadn’t been easy, but it had been theirs. Every kiss, every tear, every heartbreak had led to this: a love built on trust, forgiveness, and the courage to begin again. And as they reached the corner where it had all started, Nora whispered, “I never imagined falling could feel like this.” Jaden smiled, brushing a stray curl from her face. “Neither did I,” he admitted. “But now I can’t imagine anything else.”

“You’ve officially signed your own death certificate—with glitter pen. Maybe he’ll frame it.” I flopped backward on the floor, arms spread like a crime scene outline, staring at the ceiling. There was no secret trapdoor. No magical portal. Just me, stuck in my own stupidity. And yet—because my brain is a traitor—there was this tiny, ridiculous spark inside me. It wasn't fear, not even regret. Something else. Pride. Like, the tiniest voice whispering: damn, girl, you really said that to him. I sat up halfway, glaring at myself. “No. Stop it. We’re not doing that. Pride gets you killed—especially with a guy like Damiano. Pride gets you shoved into concrete shoes and thrown into a river.”

“I’m just disappointed that he stooped so low. For you, a lowless nobody. A dying breed that will soon be extinct.” She turned her head slightly. “Let her go.” The men obeyed. I dropped to the ground like a discarded rag doll. My arms were too weak to catch myself. I landed hard on my side, the shock in my system making my limbs sluggish and my chest heave. Priscilla stood over me, like a queen watching a fallen subject. “This was always going to happen,” she said, eyes gleaming with triumph. “You just didn’t know it. But now you do. Everyone sees you for what you are. A fraud. You won’t have the strength to be proud anymore.”

Even if the hell breaks loose, a Royal should never lower themselves, never get themselves dirty, and lose their pride. Pride… I gained it after spending all my life in a cage, on the verge of death, after drowning myself in the blood of my family. Even after coming so far…what use was it to me? When I couldn’t even get a single person on my side…what was the use of trying so hard? I bend the right knee first. The warriors guarding the premises gasp. It doesn’t matter now. I bend my left knee. Kneel on the dirty ground. And watch her back.

I move back to the chair I was sitting in as she lowers her head and fiddles with her fingers before she takes a shaky breath and starts talking, “This used to be a peaceful Pride, everyone was equal, the warriors and the families, unfortunately about 18 years ago my Pride was hit by a surprise attack. Before we could force the rogue Vampires, WereWolves and WereCats back and out of my Prides territory my Alpha and Beta male warriors were all killed. A few days after the attack I contacted High Elder Council member Alpha Blade for a replacement and then sought help from a neighbouring Pride who lent me one of their high Beta warriors until High Elder Alpha Blade could send me the replacement