Ring Of The Fallen God Novels & Stories

The royal sky-mount beneath us screams, a sound of raw, unadulterated agony as its wings stiffen, paralyzed by the sudden, violent surge of dark, necromantic magic. The beast’s eyes roll back, the iridescent scales dulling to a sickly, matte grey. In a single, catastrophic heartbeat, the creature collapses in mid-air. We aren't flying anymore. We are dropping. Gravity takes us, a terminal descent toward the jagged, iron-tipped rooftops of the city. The wind shrieks in our ears, a sound that drowns out my own desperate command to the mount. As we plummet, the spires of the city rushing up to greet us like teeth, I realize with a sickening jolt that the ring wasn't a protection, it was a trigg

Their howls were hymns, as if they’d waited centuries to be devoured by flame. Then came the child. White-eyed. Barefoot. Crawling from a grave of shattered moonstone, her skin slick with blood that wasn’t hers. She didn’t cry for help. She raised her hand to curse the sky. Another crack. A god fell—golden and crumbling. His mouth opened in a wail too vast for sound. His teeth shattered like crystals. Behind him, his mate split open, bleeding rivers of starlight across sacred ground. And then— There was I.

My wolf roared in agony, demanding I reach out to my pups one last time. I dialed Lara's number. But, then again, she didn't pick up. Suddenly, a violent tremor racked my body. I coughed blood—the mark of a Healer's internal collapse. The driver gasped, "Are you alright? I'll drive you to the hospital now!"

Maybe a little too easy since it was just around the corner of the hockey ring. Music was already spilling out into the street before I even stepped in, loud enough to feel it in my chest. Inside, it was crowded, warm, and full of people trying too hard to forget things. I scanned the room once before I spotted Philip at a table near the back, already waving like he owned the place. I walked over and sat down without saying much. Philip immediately leaned in like he had been waiting all night just to talk. “You missed it,” he said with a grin. “The Falcons are here too, and their sad faces are worth every dime you have.”

"No, I'm done being Donna." I paused, then turned to Nolan. "You want a divorce, right? You got it." Nolan's face twisted into an ugly scowl. "Sophia, are you for real?" As the whip rose and fell, I swallowed the blood that threatened to choke me, my voice filled with determination. "I swear to God, I'm done with you, Nolan Winston." With those final words, I yanked the wedding ring off my finger and flung it at Nolan with all the force I could muster.

I raised the golf club and viciously swung it at her favourite crystal ornament. At that same moment, my stomach had a sudden, bad cramp. I blacked out from the pain and lost my footing. Whitney called out my name in a panic, "Harvey!" That was the last sound I heard before I fell unconscious. … When I opened my eyes, I was already in the hospital. Whitney was sitting beside my bed, holding a medical report. There was a swirl of mixed emotions in her expression. The anxiety in her eyes dissolved when she noticed I was awake.

Still yet still, it is still a sign from him that each and every God he created is now in danger, meaning a new supernatural has risen, or it could be a supernatural who has always been there. At this moment, I can't help but feel guilty based on what I know and can't say, because if anyone was to know of the treason spoken by ceciro, who hated the king and always joked about him dying, I will also be suspected, yet, not just that, but Ceciro whom may not have meant his words be sentenced to death. And if, it was any other God, they would take it for treason which it is, but as it is, my flawed nature allows me to joke even at wrong moments, which baffles me, because at this point, anyone c

Her eyes, sharp and filled with malice, gleamed in the dim glow of the flickering candlelight. She stood in her darkened lair, an ancient room hidden deep within the forest, where the walls were lined with shelves of old, crumbling spell books, vials of strange liquids, and dried herbs. The room reeked of decay, a mix of musty earth and the faint metallic scent of blood. In the center of the room sat the oracle basin, its surface smooth and black, reflecting nothing but the void. It was Loleng's most prized possession, a tool of immeasurable power that allowed her to see, manipulate, and control those who dared to cross her path.

"In an online blog, I saw somebody comment that Metamorphosis is just a more readable version of the greek gods being Nymphomaniacs." Ken spluttered instantly and coughed a few times, feeling his windpipe close up. Monroe's eyes widened before she burst out in giggles. Roy too—who was maintaining a good seriousness to the situation broke into a low grin. "What the.. is it true?" Monroe asked from between giggles.

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.