Realm Of The Fallen Novels & Stories

“Do you know the differences between the Xanadu Realm and the Haleth Realm?” Yianni fell silent. “The Haleth Realm emerged from the Forty-Nine Daoisms created by the Nine Caeloros Gods of Nothingness,” James explained. “It’s a world inhabited by living beings and many other entities. The Haleth Realm differs from the Xanadu Realm in that it isn’t one-dimensional. Instead, it’s a colorful, multi-dimensional, extraordinary place.” James took a deep breath.

The bubble of reality around them shrank, the screaming chaos pressing in closer. Figures began to form in the vortex. Vast, shadowy shapes of impossible geometry. Eyes of cold fire. Wings of shattered glass and smoke. They were not fully in the world yet, but their presence was enough to warp the air, to make the stones of the chapel bleed black ichor. The Fallen Pantheon was arriving. “See?” the man Kael whispered, his eyes wide with fanatical joy. “See their glory?” Lyra was sobbing, her hands over her ears. “Make it stop! Make the bad song stop!”

After that, he began to explain, "Alright, it's like this: As humans enter another realm, they become vulnerable to bad dreams, the real deal, the Fallens that hide in the Shadows of Worlds." "The Fallen, uh huh..." Hue nodded. Kith continued, "Humans are Reality's treasured children because they are innocent and curious about things that fascinate their mind, and you know how Reality keeps them in check, right?" "Yes, she gives them limited options: live or die, yes or no, and so on. But what's the difference? There are bad dreams in reality too," retorted Hue.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

“It’s tied to necromancy.” Alaric stiffened. His boots echoed softly as he crossed the room and stood by my desk, glancing down at the open pages. His voice dropped to a near-growl. “Is that…” “Maximus the Fallen,” I finished for him, eyes flicking up at his face. “But that wasn’t his real name.” Alaric’s brows pulled tight. “Explain.” I tapped the page lightly, not bothering to hide my knowledge this time. “He was a man. A necromancer. Summoned to protect the realm. He tried to close the Rifts using death magic instead of destruction. It backfired. Horribly.”

“Before and during the Gate of Collapse.” Kade stepped closer, eyes narrowing as he traced the patterns. “He concentrates around weak spots. Fault lines. Places where the barrier between realms thins easiest.” Selene’s lips curled. “The natural scars of the world.” Eryx nodded toward a cluster of red along the north. “That was Aetherfall.” The mark there flickered, then dimmed almost entirely, fading into nothing. “Closed,” Rian whispered, awed. “You really closed it.” Alessia’s eyes stayed on the rest of the map.

Sylvia gave an innocent look towards the group, making her seem being wronged by Blake Three. “Claire is taking the stage, so to speak. Let’s listen to what she has to say.” Blake Three said, changing the subject. “Thank you all for coming. I want to inform you all that there has been a breach on Earth and many other planets where the Upper Realm had released many to cause damage to the people and bring them closer to the church for salvation. A Fallen had orchestrated this with the help of the Upper Realm’s Guardian of the Heavenly Tribulation.” Claire said, and when she spoke of the Fallen, many of the Phoenix women looked toward the newly arrived women, and one slinked back, alarmed by th

It's 6,000x bigger than the third planet from the former solar system. The residents of Heavens Fall are called the Fallens. Their race may sound suspicious and dangerous, but it's the exact opposite. They are kind and protectors of this land. They possess a power called the void and are believed to be the descendants of the Angel Race from the unknown region. All was well and peaceful…but it was not for long. ~ Year 1500 of the Starlian Calendar ~ The third sun turned black and shattered to pieces as the Nightmare swarm approached the planet, advancing from their victory against the Starlian forces at the Land of Demise.

I started panting and sweating badly. Such agents of doom had started appearing all around the globe. The oceans, the sky, the land. The fallen dragon, Hydra, was above the islands of ultimas. The fallen angel was above Amanustan and Nialruz. The fallen mermaid and sea monster appeared in the oceans near Jiyushu and Trimontum islands, respectively. The fallen werewolf with the size of a two-storey building appeared on the training grounds of Arginieth where the portal to the dark world was still open.

I had to become the bridge, not the axe. The realization came just as the realm reached its final breaking point. The gray sky above us cracked massively, groaning like a dying giant. Pieces of the heavens began falling like broken shards of glass, dissolving into mist before they hit the ground. Dimensional rifts opened everywhere—jagged tears in the fabric of space that showed glimpses of the pack I loved. I could see the terror on their faces through the shimmering gaps. The ground beneath us was liquefying into shadow, the gravity of the seal realm failing as it prepared to collapse into the void.