Pride's Fall Novels & Stories

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

“My life falling apart? My complete destruction? You think suffering is entertaining?” “I think survival is interesting. You’re here. Dressed up. Drinking expensive gin in a place designed for people who’ve never known real pain. You could have stayed home. Stayed hidden. But you didn’t.” “My friend dragged me here.” “Did she? Or did some part of you want to prove you’re still alive?” He leaned against the bar, casual, like we were discussing the weather instead of the wreckage of my existence. “Public disgrace has a way of making people disappear. They retreat. Hide. Convince themselves they deserved what happened to them. But you’re here. Which means you haven’t given up yet.”

A homeless man gave him a bag containing two red and blue stones. “Good young man. You have the ability like a God, but you still humble yourself and think that above the sky, there is still another sky. Keep your attitude like this!” the voice he heard said. Inwardly, Nicko returned the whisper and promised to do what he had to. He promised not to be arrogant and make things worse. He will use all the advantages given to him at the right time, not to show off. There have been many examples of those who died because of their own pride. Like a lump of iron that fire will not destroy but by its own rust.

Rupert froze, then suddenly dropped to his knees at Jaclyn's feet, completely losing his composure. "Ms. Prescott, I was wrong! I really did not mean to do it! I did all of this because I love you! If it weren't for Ivan, we would've been together long ago! I only wanted to get rid of Ivan's parents so you'd completely break with Ivan! Then we could finally be together! You can't be so heartless! I did everything for you! How can you send me to prison?!" Listening to him, I stared at this terrifying man in disbelief.

And then, he speaks the word that makes my stomach drop. “Beg.” The wind howls around us, but the storm inside me is so much worse. Beg. A growl rumbles in my chest, but it’s weak, pitiful. Every part of me screams to defy him, to show that I still have a shred of dignity left. But I don’t. Not anymore. My pride is in ruins. My body is failing. And despite everything, I want to live. So I do the unthinkable. I let my chin drop. I force my stiff, frozen lips to move. And with the last of my strength, I whisper,

"But yet you're giving all sorts of praises to Pride and Prejudice?" "Mr. Darcy was smitten by Elizabeth the very first time he led eyes on her. But then his ego and pride made him a complete jerk to her. While Elizabeth on the other hand was driven by prejudice and never once sort to see what he did and why he did it. She always jumped to conclusions without hearing from his side," he shrugged. "Now that, my darling girlfriend, is what makes a book a good read." A strange feeling swelled up inside of me at the way he called me his girlfriend. He only ever said it once and I didn't mind him saying it over and over again.

"Zachary really fell for you at first sight, huh? You must have some crazy charm. "He fell in love instantly, and you believe love grows with time. You two are perfect for each other. But now I know— his love at first sight had long since faded. Time had worn it down to nothing but indifference.

Asher POV ​My name is Asher Steele. I am 29 years old; I am the Alpha of Crimson Blood Pack. I have the largest pack in the country. I don’t tolerate mistakes or half-ass shit. I run a tight ship and everyone in this pack knows it. ​“Alpha?” My Bata and best friend say as he knocks and pocks his head in with a scared look on his face. “Yes?” I say while looking up at him. “You know that mission you posted 4 days ago? Well let me say that whoever did it completed it and is already home and here’s your report and the victims are back and said that the girl was a badass and something along the lines of wanting you to go to her pack and thank her for saving them..” he says while trying to hide h

But inside, she knew, as much as it tore at her heart, that she couldn’t keep her daughter in hiding forever. “Mommy! Don’t let me go, please!” Clarissa begged, her voice high-pitched and tearful as she clung to Carmela with desperate hands. Her wide, frightened eyes locked onto her mother’s, searching for reassurance that would never come. Carmela’s heart shattered at the sound of her daughter’s plea. Clarissa, once so full of joy and innocence, was now consumed by fear, and it was Carmela’s fault. She had failed to keep her safe from the cruelty of the world. The words twisted in her chest, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak the truth: there was nothing left to protect Clarissa from t

They were silent, and I smirked even more at that. Cowardly they all were. But then one of them said something that made me pause. “Be aware, Alpha Sebastian, that pride goes before a fall. And there is nothing new under the sun. The fates that out you in power can easily turn against you.” I smiled, showing my elongated canines at them in a silent threat. “Then so be it,” I replied without a shred of remorse. Who gave a fuck what they thought anyway? They were only ramblings of aged cronies. What power did their words hold?