Rise Of The Fallen นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he demanded. Mae met his eyes. “I chose.” Ashar emerged next, flames rolling low and controlled along his arms, eyes blazing with fury and something close to fear. Riven landed moments later, wings still damaged but spread wide in defiance. The Fallen had returned. The figure turned slowly, surveying them with cold precision. ‘Multiple variables detected.’ Lucien stepped forward, chains coiling tightly around his arms. “Get away from her.” The figure regarded him for a long moment. ‘Secondary authority. Rejected.’

Logan and Niles were dead. After freeing all humans, society had to be rebuilt from the ground up. I didn't care about Sophie anymore. I had bigger things to focus on. It wasn't until the very end that I learned the leader of the demon hunters was a woman. After the war outside was over, new problems started inside. The men wanted to take all the credit for winning. They began blaming women, calling us witches. Because I had been spying for a long time near Logan, they said my blood was corrupted. Everyone turned against me.

The council’s fires on the ridge snuffed out one by one. And at the center of the collapse, a single figure remained standing—barely. Draven, his armor scorched, his sword melted to slag in his hand. He looked down into the pit where Rhovan had fallen. It wasn’t empty. A shape was rising from it—taller now, wings of light and shadow unfurling, neither man nor god. Its voice was both Rhovan’s and something deeper. “You can’t destroy what you are,” it said. “You’re the same flesh, the same spark. You woke me.”

A few students gawked, not quite believing that the sunshine boy would take up a fight, much less beating the crap out of them. Nathan didn't care about anything at the moment. His head was spinning with anger, blood ringing in his ears. He felt like his being was drowning. Nathan saw himself in Timothy's place, struggling to survive. The boy focused ahead when he felt the warmth around him disappear. His vision captured Timothy pulling a tall man towards him. Whatever the younger said didn't reach Nathan's ears. All he could feel was his ears pounding, body on the verge of giving up. His sight blurred with hot tears, skin tingling when a tender touch rested against his cheek. Nathan tried t

"It's said that when he first arrived on this mortal plane after his fall from the celestial realm, the Fallen had lost all memories of his previous life and existence. He was discovered by a small human village. He was a man with incredible powers and abilities yet a gentle, benevolent heart. So they took him in without fear, and he lived amongst them peacefully for years without ever bringing harm to a single soul." Enzo paused. "Eventually, the Fallen fell in love with a young woman from the village - the daughter of the family who had first offered him shelter and kindness all those years ago when he had arrived as a complete outsider, a stranger in their midst. He foolishly thought he c

With a stern voice, I shared with her what I had been feeling around Sonia ever since we met her for the first time. "Well, you might have learned what triggered her desire to fall, but it goes beyond that. Those who can't break free from what pained them will trigger the awakening of a fallen rogue until they cannot bear it anymore. Fallen Rogue was not just a psychological battle but an emotional one as well, and only a few survived without any help from anyone—meaning, they encouraged themselves." Lady Ceres explained what was truly happening to Sonia that no one could tell apart from her. "In Sonia's case, she chooses to be a fallen to kill those people who wronged not just her but her f

"March 21st. The spring equinox. The day the sun and earth are in perfect balance." But the realization wasn't a sanctuary. It was a flare sent up into a sky filled with predators. As the Atuabo sensors broadcast the unique biometric signature of the unborn heir to the global nodes, the "Forbidden" war entered its final, most desperate phase. The Convergence of the Fallen The Sterling Rebirth had been bankrupt for exactly one hour, but the men who had funded it—the "Silent Partners" and the remnants of the Morningstar Cult—weren't interested in balance sheets. They were interested in the Source.

Nothing happened and she was hit with the reality that she just soaked her new boss on his very first day. Asmodeus grabbed his handkerchief and began wiping his face.Maria was about to apologize him when he hit her with another bombshell,"Am not a demon.The seven fallen are very powerful entities who can't be commanded out of people.The host has to be dead for a Fallen to manifest.They are begged, convinced or bargained with. He could give a perfect example of the Legion who were bold enough to stand before the divine one and say how and where they wanted to be taken out.

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

He held the scroll out, offering it back, his gaze meeting Winter’s without flinching, a calculated gamble. Winter’s frown deepened, the scar across his left eye stark in the torchlight, but his posture remained deceptively relaxed, one gloved hand resting on the throne’s iron arm. “A new Alpha,” he said, the words flat, a statement carved in ice, not a question. His storm-gray gaze pinned River. “Fallon has been unseated?” “Dead,” River said, the single word heavy, his voice steady despite the painful knot twisting in his chest. His pale green eyes held Winter’s, masking the ache of Fallon’s death. He banished the memory, keeping his pale green eyes level.