Novel & Cerita Rise Of The Fallen

And that night, as he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, he told himself he would **never** fall so easily again. He wouldn’t trust so quickly. Wouldn’t **love** so quickly. But the thing about Ryan? He never learned. No matter how much he tried to harden himself, no matter how many times he swore he would be ca reful, he always ended up **doing it again**. Falling. Hoping. **Loving. Because **love was the one thing he couldn’t stop craving. Even if it kept hurting him.

the fallen was so sharp and persistent that I just sighed giving me up. He was not wrong, I was really still weak and even though I recovered absurdly fast - being near Asra while unstable was the same as asking for my energy to be arbitrarily sucked. "Whatever" I muttered "so I’m going to sink in this damn room and mold." The fallen with crimson hair popped his tongue in the roof of his mouth. "Frankly... when did you start acting like a spoiled child?"

[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.”

“We won’t,” Ferris said. “We’ll face it. Head-on. But we need to understand what we’re fighting first. Gina’s plan is much bigger than we thought. This isn’t just about revenge anymore. This is about unleashing something ancient.” The door burst open suddenly with a loud bang that sent the war table shaking. Jackson came in, breathing heavily. “There’s more,” he said. “A star fell.” “A star?” I echoed, confused. “It came down like fire, right into the Ruins of Vaelven. The sky turned red as it landed. The scouts are saying it wasn’t a star—it was a sign. Something’s been opened.”

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

Chapter 30: The Closing Gate The hell-beast fell with a sound like mountains breaking. Raven’s final command—*End it*—had woven through every thrall on the field. The risen fiends, the reanimated knights, the war-hounds that had once torn Valrosian throats—all turned as one. They swarmed the towering horror in a tide of violet light and black smoke. Claws met bone armor. Blades sank into molten veins. The beast roared once more, a sound that cracked stone and made the rift itself flicker—then it collapsed, knees buckling, wings folding like shattered sails. The last of its summoned spawn died with it.

That night’s premiere was the peak of Serena’s triumph—but for Dewangga, it was the funeral of his last remaining shred of dignity. The world had witnessed his betrayal, and the world had celebrated his fall. Dewangga Nasution was now truly alone, drowning in silent tears that no one would ever hear, in the very city he once believed he could rule forever. Serena Zea had closed her book—and Dewangga was no longer even written on its final page.

I replied calmly, my eyes lingering for just a moment longer on the breathtaking view of the sprawling city beneath the massive structure, memorizing every detail of the mortal world I was currently walking within. I felt the gentle shift in the air as he departed, leaving me alone once again. Taking one last deep breath of the earthly air, I stood up gracefully. Behind me, hidden from mortal eyes, my large, majestic wings unfurled and fluttered once, powerful and light at the same time. With one strong push against the wind, I lifted off the edge, soaring high above the clouds, leaving the noise and chaos of humanity far below as I began my ascent back toward Heaven, toward the Golden Kingd

He leans close and whispers, “Soulless son of the morning star. What you seek is not in this time or in this place. When the blood moon rises, the Erue will rise into the human world, and the Creator’s champion will be entwined the North Star in war. The Erue will seek to reap death upon the fallen one, and destruction will befall all, but hope can be restored if the bringer of the Erue can restore the soul of the fallen one’s begotten. Find the North Star, and ye shall find the Oracle and the bearer of your soul. Fail to do so, and your soul and hope for freedom shall be lost. A true sacrifice must be made, and once the soul is restored, the enemy shall fall, and the offspring shall be rede

It didn’t matter in the face of death. My head jerked to the right, founding the blade glistening. Looking at him, my hand reached for the blade. One second, two seconds, three seconds… “When you wake up in the other world, you’ll be thanking me, Winter.” And I struck the blade to his face, eliciting a roar from him. Bang~ The door to my doom opened, and so many people dragged me like I was nothing. Their eyes scrutinized me as if I was a skilled killer. A scream echoed throughout the path. Gone was the respect in their eyes. What I am now is just a fallen Luna.