Rise Of The Fallen Novels & Stories

The horizon trembled. From beyond the mountains, the rift began to stir — a gash in the heavens, raw and furious, bleeding light across the sky. Its roar was the sound of creation unraveling. The wind turned savage, tearing through the ruins like a thousand ghosts. Soren rose, his bare feet bleeding against the scarred earth, yet he did not falter. With every step, his glow grew brighter, his form less human, more divine. Travian reached for him, voice breaking on his name. “Please… don’t—”

Alisa’s child was crying, burying his face in the wolf-skin cloak his mother wore. Jayden raised his head and smiled. Behind them, Elliott had already morphed back into his human form, dead and with a hole in his neck, the snow falling wildly on his dead body. “You cut into your Beta’s heart.” He said once again and fell face down into the snow, the pool of his blood spreading and freezing over. Truly, he was the Rise and the Fall, only there to be a herald. All the wolves watched as the snow slowly stopped.

"They reached for the stars and nearly touched them." "What happened? How did we lose all this?" "The Fall." Elias closed that book and pulled another. "No one knows exactly what triggered it. Some say humans accidentally released vampires and werewolves from dimensional prisons. Others claim we evolved naturally when certain genetic markers activated across populations simultaneously." He opened the new book to an illustration showing humans fleeing from shadowed figures. "What we know is that within a decade human civilization collapsed. Those of us with supernatural abilities rose to dominance while humanity fell."

Roslyn promised. Zane giggled. Unaware of the empire awaiting him. Roslyn's heart swelled. This was her chance. To rise. To claim their rightful place. Chris smiled. "Victoria's downfall is near," Chris said. "But our future has just begun," Roslyn replied. Zane snuggled closer. Roslyn's love enveloped him. Their new chapter unfolded. As the corrupt Volter empire crumbled, the true heirs, Roslyn and Zane, prepared to rise from its ashes.

You’er Father was one of the Fallen’ Sensing my confusion she decides to explain. ‘The Fallen are the group of angels that left heaven, not wanting to be controlled or restricted by the laws of God. Vic as he goes by, fell in love with your mother and had you. When you were born, your father knew he had to protect you, not only from the other Fallen but other wolves and humans. When I say you are special Lizzy, you really are’ I sit up actually intrigued now.

"A being that was once connected to The Balance but chose corruption. Its presence here means Richard's plan is even more advanced than we feared." The Fallen smiled, an expression that suggested terrible things. "Richard Grayson sends his regards. And his promise: before this is finished, resurrection itself will bow to his will. The Balance will fall, and from its ashes, he will build something new. Something better. Something that serves human ambition rather than cosmic justice." "Over our dead bodies," Damian said, moving into combat stance. "That," the Fallen replied, "is precisely the plan." And as enhanced soldiers attacked from all directions and the Fallen's corrupted power filled

He placed the popcorn bowl on my nightstand and straightened up. "Angels have a lot of powers, as you might've already seen." I nodded. "Our powers are dominant over evil but devils also have powers. Not greater than ours, but still significant. A fallen angel is a mix of both. He has the power of all the angels and the power of all the devils mixed together. It's what makes him so powerful." So that's why Zach told me he can't defeat Alexander easily. I motioned for him to continue, "Fallens have been trying to take over heaven for centuries now but they were never able to because no matter how strong they are, God is even stronger. And if you trust God, he will protect you, just like he pr

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

said Professor Alex pleasantly. “I will announce something important to all of us. But first I will explain our current situation. You must know that the world is getting out of control. Last night, I chatted with a board member from the Hope organization. They think that if the world will collapse soon and within two months, seventy percent of the human population will become terrible creatures due to the 'S' virus,” said Professor Alex in a serious tone. All members of the Jaguar team listened carefully to Professor Alex's words.

“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.