Realm Of The Fallen Novels & Stories

The Fall Between Realms Aria did not fall—she was ripped downward, dragged through layers of collapsing reality like a stone hurled through stained glass. The realms shattered around her. Shards of places she recognized—forests, moonscapes, oceans suspended in sky—fractured into bright splinters that cut across her skin as she tumbled through them. Her magic screamed, unraveling, recoiling, reforming, fighting to shield her from the collapse. Too fast—too many pieces—too much power—

~Amolet It all felt like a good idea, until night fell and Sinful grabbed my hand, whisking me away from Cian and to the Immortal Realm. The moment the world rebuilt around me, I saw Hale and Ira had already arrived. I'm not sure what I expected, but it's not the desolate landscape that we have stepped into. Barren fields stretch for mild, uninhabited and bleak looking. When I turn, a tall, straight building stands, the outside of it deteriorating.

Alistair must have reached a realm to do the ritual. By the time they reached outside, Mira had looked up to the sky. The eclipse was yet to be fully formed, but it was there, slowly taking over the moon. Thousands of Knights of Death filled the vast land. There was a stone table with six pillars pointing to the sky in the middle of the crowds. On top of each pillar, there was a large brazier holding the blue fire. Each pillar with its own marking and symbols. To others, those were just symbols. But in reality, it was the language of Angels. She remembered looking at those symbols when she was visiting Clavier in their usual apartment. Those symbols were representing the six realms that exis

A flash of the dark silhouette shot through her mind as she started to google the image trying to describe it. There was nothing on the website that was similar to what she saw to give an explanation. Hope was almost lost until she saw an article that stood out to her. She clicked it, becoming intrigued. A woman claimed to have seen Angels and demons. Surprisingly the article wasn’t calling her crazy, but it instead explained how the war for souls between Angels and demons had been raging in another realm, the celestial realm. People who had gifts were said to have eyes in the celestial realm, regular people called it the sixth sense.

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”

Fallen is a race of celestial beings who were sent down to earth either as punishment or as a request made by them, they lose their wings in the process. Aryiks are a race of beings who are half werewolf half angels, they are granted angel lifespans and werewolf powers, including a wolf. They also allowed the fallen angels' powers to be passed unto them, however, can only be accessed until their 20th year. Most of the Aryiks born have their werewolf side more prominent than their angel side, therefore, losing their powers. My hair was originally the same as you're, but I cut mine, killing its magic and changing it to black.

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

Erica floating undauntedly just in front of him. And then, she began her narration. "In the beginning, there was darkness. But after sacrifices of time, effort and energy, the universes were created. Man was gifted monsters, the powers to defeat them, and the subtle gift of intuition." She swiped the air like one would do when using a tablet or android, and a different reality appeared. No longer one of pitch-black darkness, but one of something that looked even worse. Blood, pain, hunger and torment. The light was too dim to fully uncover this reality's details but it was audible enough to give your goosebumps, goosebumps. “The creators deemed it fit to try and correct what they felt was a

He needed to be alone and to clear his thoughts from everything concerning Zina, he needed an adventure, a distraction that would get him so engrossed that he would forget everything that had happened. He gazed again at the plain sky and looked towards where the bright light had passed. He wondered what that would have been so he decided to check it out. "It went through the waterfall," he said after observing the area very well. "Everything is going to be fine," he said to calm his thudding heart as chills went down his spine. He had no ability and was unable to help himself if any creatures came around. The first realm is Indeed a magical place except the old king banished the use of magic