Rise Of The Fallen Novels & Stories

Daniel’s niece, Veronica, was the first to raise her phone and scream. Then cheers followed one after another. “Wow! Veronica is right! I got fifty thousand too!” “Same here! The company really delivered this year!” “Mr. Aster is so generous! Hard work pays off! Let’s make next year even greater!” … One shout of “fifty thousand” after another burst around me like firecrackers. I lowered my head and checked my banking app. It was empty. Just like previous years, there wasn’t a single deposit notification. A tight frustration slowly built in my chest.

There was a sense of excitement in the air and a real celebratory vibe all around The Commons for the newly proclaimed Foundation Day. Everything had gone according to the plan Cara and Dane had plotted and got Lucas to buy into. Not only did they both stage brutal coups to remove their problematic Alphas, but they agreed to unite and merge the two packs.

I can see his face turn crimson red as he climbs back up on his knees only to be sliced on the back by Connor. Connor had drawn the first blood. His opponent shrieks and tries to crawl back up but Connor is fast, he lashes out a foot, smashing into his rival’s face and a sickening crack echoes throughout the arena. The man does not get back up and after a count of ten seconds, Helios declares Connor the winner. All around are shouts of excitement as Hunter’s men pour in to congratulate Connor but I stand frozen in my spot staring at the fallen man. A trickle of blood flows out his nose as he lays still on the ground and I have to wonder if I will end up like that as well.

I didn't know why but out of all the boys in school, my heart decided to fall for The Decadence of The Fallen's "Ice Prince" and lead vocalist. A nobody falling for the most popular boy in school had to be the greatest cliché of the century. A sort of cosmic joke that the universe decided to play on a mere mortal like me. And everyone in the whole universe seems to be laughing but me...

Follard's shoe was once again raised for the boon shot. "Daddy," Kai panted and grabbed Follard by the ankle, pulling hard. With a shrill scream, Follard tumbled off the beams, his body falling over two floors and landing with fatal force. Kai didn't dare look down. He focused his whole mind on climbing the beam. Unfortunately, his strength was drained, and his left hand was crippled. Writhing like a worm caught in a hook, he leaned forward helplessly from the fatal fall. Doubtful, he realized he was about to die.

“Sir, they are not even awake, and I am not hard” “It does not matter if they are awake or not” I growled as I got up and walked to the bathroom. “As for your other issue, this will help with that. You will be hard for hours” I chuckled as I handed him the pill. I grabbed him a bottle of beer “Now bottoms up bitch” Suddenly my windows started to shatter, Zac and I both threw ourselves on the ground until it stopped. “Fuck” I screamed “Go find out who the fuck that was” I ordered.

Razor-sharp nails extended from his fingers, ready to rend and tear with lethal precision. Driven by an uncontrollable rage, he became a whirlwind of destruction, his fury unleashed upon his enemies. Men fell before him like leaves in a storm, their cries lost in the din of battle. But as the dust settles and the last foe crumpled to the ground, Alex finds himself in the midst of carnage, the adrenaline faded, leaving only exhaustion in its wake. With a final, trembling breath, Alex's form shifted, reverting to his human guise. He collapsed amidst the carnage, closing his eyes against the horror of the scene before him, surrounded by the silent testament of his unleashed fury.

Amidst the chaos, the drug addict seized an opportunity to strike back, driven by a potent mix of anger and the grip of addiction. With a swift and brutal motion, the drug addict plunged the makeshift weapon into Stephanie's vulnerable body. The room fell into a haunting silence as Stephanie crumpled to the floor, lifeless and devoid of hope. Her existence was abruptly cut short, a tragic consequence of the violence that had consumed her life.

Three nights until the blood moon rose again. Three nights until the old world crumbled. And from its ashes. An Alpha would rise, Or fall.

She was born in flames, and from these ashes she would rise—and destroy the entire damn system. --- In the background of a single penthouse far, far away, Adrian Sinclair gazed at the first headline brave enough to ask the question: **Who is behind Nova Ascendancy Group—and why are the titans of Wall Street terrified?** He smiled, the glint of a worthy adversary lighting up his single. "Well done, Natalie," he whispered. "The game is on."