The Fae And The Fallen Novels & Stories

If you resist, your divine bones will be destroyed, and you will be cast from the Starfall Spire. As he finished speaking, two squads of celestial soldiers stepped forward. No matter how glorious the two men had once been, they no longer dared to resist. They cast one final look at us before leaving. Azena and I held each other's hands tightly, feeling finally truly at peace. Our previous lives were worse than a nightmare. After Guerrian and Dexaldir's sentence, Azena took over the God of War position, becoming the only Goddess of War of the Celestial Skies.

I say nothing, and she takes that as her cue to continue. “Let me tell you a story,” she begins. “A long time ago, there was a Fae—an arrogant Fae, might I add. Even after the walls of Eris had fallen, he kept praying amidst the bloodshed of his people. He cried. Fasted. Even cut himself. He was later taken captive by the people of Selenium and placed on a cross to bleed to death. Even in the face of death, he never lost faith in your goddess. Do you know what his last words were?” She lets the question hang in the air before answering it herself.

Fallen is a race of celestial beings who were sent down to earth either as punishment or as a request made by them, they lose their wings in the process. Aryiks are a race of beings who are half werewolf half angels, they are granted angel lifespans and werewolf powers, including a wolf. They also allowed the fallen angels' powers to be passed unto them, however, can only be accessed until their 20th year. Most of the Aryiks born have their werewolf side more prominent than their angel side, therefore, losing their powers. My hair was originally the same as you're, but I cut mine, killing its magic and changing it to black.

"Fuck off half-breed!" I grunted, pulling my scythe from the dying body. The creature lay there, his eyes boring into me. It had been a terrible fight, the likes of which I hadn't had for some time, which was thrilling and yet somehow saddened me, to snuff out the very being who had brought me such joy. His lips turned up slightly, his eyes, as blinding as the sun met mine. So this was a son of Shamsiel, former guardian angel of Eden and aid to Uriel, the fallen angel who taught the signs of the sun to men. You could tell by their attributes, Shamsiel's descendants possessed eyes that could blind you, thankfully most of us had special gear to negate any of the Nephilim's known attributes. M

The Eighth had fled like a coward, not to be seen or heard of for a thousand years. Together, the seven female Ancients embarked on a grand endeavor to build and shape their new Realm. They unanimously embraced the name Elphame, signifying the essence of their collective vision. With meticulous care, they molded the lands into breathtaking vistas, lush and fertile, and commanded the wild seas teeming with formidable beasts, creating a sanctuary where the creatures of their imagination could flourish. Thus began the era of Fae Kind. These beings were swift and nimble, exuding an aura of strength and grace. A select few among them were bestowed with extraordinary powers, gifts granted at the d

He snarled, pushing me farther behind him. His voice was rich and smooth, and reminded me of the crackling embers in the fireplace. His very presence seemed to warm my skin, chasing away the lingering chill from outside. I found myself shedding my layers quickly, begrudgingly allowing Atlas to help me remove my outer puffy coat. When he spoke, one of the many Fae legends came to mind. Supposedly, the Fae were incredibly beautiful. They were the closest beings to immortality. Though a wound could still kill them, they did not age or fall sick. Their beauty was matched with their otherworldly magic. The memory struck a chord of awe and fear within me. No matter how beautiful the Fae might be,

My head was spinning and my stomach was churning. There was a nauseating feeling in my throat and I kind of wish that this information was concealed from me. "Fae also known as Fairies have heightened hearing, smell and sight. They can also manifest wings and they have elemental powers like fire, earth, water and wind. On a Full Moon they turn into their natural size and glow. Their powers are sensitive at this time too so if they're feeling hot they may ignite an uncontrollable fire." Wow, that was a lot of information to process in one day. It seemed like no Supernatural group had it easy on a full moon. I was beginning to think that this was more of a curse than a blessing. I couldn't tel

“Those same history classes. Warnings are given not to get mixed up with them again. How do you think Shifters and Vampires came into existence? Well, legends claim the Fae created us to fight for them. The Summer Court created the Shifters, and the Winter Court created the Vampires. Look. A history lesson may have to wait until later. If this is a fae summoning, it’s for the Winter Court, and that isn’t good with a capital B. Inhuman evil with a need for pleasure gained by making intelligent beings suffer and finally destroying them. It’s not beyond them to use others to fight wars for them either.” Devine pushed Jaxon, encouraging him to run as she followed. He heard the rumbling and the s

Like the air before a lightning strike, mixed with the copper tang of blood. I pushed aside a heavy fern. And I saw it. A Fae.....one of the ones who hadn't made it to the gate. He was suspended in the air, five feet off the ground, held up by... nothing. No. Not nothing. Fine tendrils, like heat waves or clear oil, were wrapped around his limbs. They were beating. As I watched, the Fae's skin turned grey. His eyes rolled back. And then, with a sickening crunch, his body simply... crumpled. Like a juice box squeezed empty. The tendrils dropped the corpse. It hit the forest floor with a dry thud.

That did it. Damon hesitated, his expression unreadable. “Now?” She forced a small, hesitant nod. “Yes. Now.” Damon glanced at her. Selene’s heart pounded as she stood in the dim glow of the fire, her mind racing with the weight of Killian’s revelation. The last of the Moonfallen. It wasn’t possible. The Moonfallen were a ghost story, a warning told to pups about the dangers of defying the High Council. No one had survived their annihilation—not a single wolf.