Novel & Cerita Realm Of The Fallen

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

"Fuck off half-breed!" I grunted, pulling my scythe from the dying body. The creature lay there, his eyes boring into me. It had been a terrible fight, the likes of which I hadn't had for some time, which was thrilling and yet somehow saddened me, to snuff out the very being who had brought me such joy. His lips turned up slightly, his eyes, as blinding as the sun met mine. So this was a son of Shamsiel, former guardian angel of Eden and aid to Uriel, the fallen angel who taught the signs of the sun to men. You could tell by their attributes, Shamsiel's descendants possessed eyes that could blind you, thankfully most of us had special gear to negate any of the Nephilim's known attributes. M

Whilst i’ll tell them avout our departure. Kasumi gave nod and then leaving with the others and i’m going toward the prince to tell him about our departure. His expression is priceless when he saw me changed myself. I then flapped my wing and go after the others. On the dream we had before, the people from outside world that is us, are called Fallen by the people of this world. Because We are truth to our own desire untill we fall to depravity. I’ll made my dream became true on this fucked reincarnation setting. After i’m do e with the main mission. Destroying ‘that’ person.

BLACK THE ORIGIN PROLOGUE The world was divided into two realms, same space but different dimensions. The Magic and the Mortal Realm. The dominant world of immortals is led by "God" Prominent to provide peace and coexist with the mortals. The descendants of Heaven, as the immortal's reign peacefully for thousands of years.

[Xanthea] The prince nodded. “After your mother fell from paradise, a divine prophecy was made for Ruhna,” he said. “What prophecy?” I asked. “The fallen will shape what the heavens expel; A soul will ascend from the depths of hell. In darkness, for shadows and flickering lights. The wolf spirit will recover all her might. Abandoned and forgotten by her first flame; She’ll find a flare that burns the same.” The prince paused before he continued, holding my gaze. “To create a neo-world and its story; the fallen blood will reclaim its glory.”

“The Hollow Realm is a myth, a place between existence and oblivion. A place where things go when they are… unfinished.” Rael’s expression darkened. “Then why are we here?” The masked figure took a slow step forward. “Because your world is unfinished.” A cold dread settled in Elior’s stomach. “The Crown…” “The destruction of the Crowns unmade the foundation of your world,” the figure said, their voice unreadable. “Now, it exists in fragments, caught between what was and what could have been.” Elior’s grip on his sword tightened. “Then how do we fix it?”

"This is the Realm of The Broken Stars. This is where all the mighty people from the river of time trained and honed their swords to the extreme." Danial froze, his brain barely registering what he had just heard. Realm of The Broken Stars? The river of time? His thoughts swirled in a mix of awe and disbelief. This place, barren and desolate, with crumbling dark structures scattered under a sky teeming with stars, was where legendary figures had trained. Ancient ruins lay half-buried in the ground—once proud monuments, now reduced to forgotten shadows. He could almost hear the echoes of their battles, whispering in the still air.

Relief and terror tangled in my chest. I glanced around. The air shimmered with movement shapes that weren’t quite solid. Wolves and humans, half-translucent, flickering like candlelight in the fog. They drifted between shattered trees that looked carved from obsidian, their whispers soft and broken. The dead. Their eyes were hollow, but when they looked at me, something in them seemed to recognize. “This is his realm,” I murmured, rising to my feet. “The place where the fallen linger.” And where he reigns.

The necklace, still faintly glowing, felt heavy against her chest as if it, too, held secrets waiting to be uncovered. She made her way downstairs quietly, avoiding the bustling kitchen where Rose was likely preparing breakfast. Instead, she sought solace in the library, a sanctuary of knowledge and quiet contemplation within the main house. The shelves were lined with ancient tomes and volumes on supernatural lore, each holding a promise of insight into the world beyond human understanding. Andrea pulled out a dusty book on werewolf mythology, flipping through its pages in search of any mention of beings like her—half-human, half-something else.

Everyone turned toward him. “I keep seeing it,” he whispered. “A place. Not in dreams when I’m awake. When I’m near her. It’s like… a ruin, but alive. There’s a river of silver running through it. Trees that don’t die. And a throne that hums like it remembers me.” Aria exchanged a glance with Kael. “The Hollowed called it the Inner Root,” Talia said. “A place between realms. Where ancient wolves once gathered before the split.”