Star War Fallen Novels & Stories

The true enemy had arrived. The Fallen Alpha.

A wave of dark gravity effortlessly swatted the fifty-ton mech and the Kroltan queen away like insects, sending them crashing into the hull of The Sovereign. Harper screamed in agony. The white light was tearing through her uniform, drawn toward the Void Sovereign's outstretched hand. "The Vanguard Imprint returns to the source," the fallen god declared. "And you, mortal, will die in the dark." Under the crushing weight of a neutron star, listening to the agonizing screams of his wife, the last remaining thread of Sebastian Sterling’s humanity simply... snapped. The slate-grey color of his right eye vanished forever. Thump-Thump.

Viviane smacked my arm, but I ignored her, because Jesus Christ, was this what we were doing now? Felicity’s eyes widened like she couldn’t believe he just said that, her lips parting in shock. But then, slowly, she blinked, collected herself, and said, “Astronomically speaking, stars don’t fall. They collapse due to gravitational instability.” Brandon choked on his drink. Viviane pressed her fingers against her lips, trying not to laugh. And Gabrielle? That little shit just grinned like she’d recited a love poem. “Damn,” he said, looking impressed. “Beauty and brains. You trying to kill me, angel?”

Every step I took left a faint, scorched footprint on the metal deck. "He’s at the Vale," Isaac said, following me. "But he’s not alone. He’s leading the first wave of the Star-Eaters. He thinks he’s protecting the universe by erasing us. Rowan is on the command ship behind him, whispering in his ear." We reached the bridge. The main screen showed my home world, the beautiful green and blue planet I had fought so hard to protect. But now, it was surrounded by a swarm of black, insect-like ships. In the center was a massive throne ship, glowing with a sickly violet light.

He was hurled backward, slamming into the distant wall, his armor cracking, shadows flickering as if they were dying embers. Kai collapsed to his knees, struggling for breath. Rowan groaned, regaining his senses. And Luna remained at the epicenter of the chaos, her eyes gleaming silver-white, her hair billowing as if caught in a breeze known only to her. The Fallen King slowly rose, fractures spiderwebbing across his armor. “This is not finished,” he snarled. “I will come back — and when I do, you will surrender what I desire.” His form contorted into black smoke and disappeared.

The world stood firm, its golden horizon glowing with the strength of their choices, its stone humming with Agnes’s song. The stars above no longer fell, their white light softened, woven into the sky like threads in a tapestry. Yet one star flickered, cold and solitary, its pulse a reminder of the Night’s final whisper: Guardians. The air was still, but it carried a weight, as if the world itself were holding its breath, waiting for the next judgment. The fracture was sealed, but the echo of the starlight hand lingered in their minds, its touch a memory that burned.

Jamie said and Raoul nodded. "The Empress of Chaos was enraged by the betrayal. She hunted them down and took them prisoner. She punished the General with a thousand years of lightning strikes and banished the Goddess from the Realm. The Moon Goddess, upon hearing about her daughter’s banishment, wept so much that stars started to fall from the night sky. It is said every year on this night, shooting stars happen as the Moon Goddess weeps at the memory of her lost daughter. And that my love is the story of Starfall."