The Fall Novels & Stories

Chapter 87: The Fallout The next morning, Olivia Hart woke to the shrill sound of her phone buzzing incessantly on the nightstand. She groaned, pulling the comforter over her head in a futile attempt to drown out the noise. “Who on earth is calling this early?” she muttered groggily. But the calls didn’t stop. With a huff, she grabbed her phone and squinted at the screen. Ji-Hye’s name flashed repeatedly, accompanied by several text notifications.

I asked him with a mixture of fear, anger and frustration in my voice, hoping it would make the damn smile disappear, but damnit, he only chuckled out as if to tell me that I was a fool, before touching my left cheek again "Both is wrong" He brings himself closer to me, and whispered into my right ear, and it caused shivers down my spine, I swear I couldn't help it, and it caused shivers down my spine, and made my legs wobbly, but..but I don't dare to fall, or else it would give him more damn satisfaction, so I tried to push him away from myself, but my hands fails me, I pushed him though, but I end up falling down along with him (How "Wonderful" indeed)

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

~What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling What if I'm down? What if I'm out? What if I'm someone you won't talk about? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling~ -(Harry Styles) Falling --- --- --- --- --- --- --- Stefanos: I watched out from the large expanse of my window, as the curtains fluttered with the soft breeze singing outside the walls of the tower. The view of the garden outside was magnificent as always with a few flowers missing here and there.

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

Her grit and determination are sexy as hell. Fallon reaches the platform, grabbing ahold of one of the boards to swing herself up. As she does, one of the recruits that was tailing her closes in and snatches her other patch off of her shoulder just as she swings onto the platform. It should be game over, but either she doesn’t know that her patch was taken or she just doesn’t care. Once on the platform, she lands a couple of good jabs on Brennan, one of the gold team recruits guarding the flag. As he staggers back and falls, she wheels to Summer, the other flag guard, and knees her in the stomach so hard that it knocks the wind out of the poor girl.

“Now you’ve fallen—you’ve lost everything you were meant to be—just because of me!” He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze full of love and quiet certainty. “Haven’t I fallen hard enough? Long before I lost my wings… I had already fallen completely for you. And that fall was far deeper, far more real, and far more permanent than anything else I could ever experience.”

My feet leave the ground, my body plummeting into the endless void below. I fall. The wind rushes past me, cold and biting, as I spiral deeper, the darkness swallowing me whole. I can’t scream—no sound escapes my lips, even though my mouth is open and my heart has leapt into my throat in fear. It feels like the fall lasts forever like the abyss itself is dragging me deeper into its grasp. I reach out, my hands searching for something to hold on to, but there’s nothing. Nothing but the empty, infinite dark around me.

Their missing backups. My stomach tightened again, but this time it wasn’t nausea. It was anticipation. They had more secrets. I could feel it. And secrets don’t stay buried when someone is desperate enough to dig. I walked to the window and stared at the skyline. I wouldn’t rush this. I would follow him next. Not her. He was nervous. He would slip. And when he did, I would be there. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this. Powerful people don’t fall because of enemies. They fall because of the cracks between them. And I intend to widen that crack until it splits them apart.

The bubble of reality around them shrank, the screaming chaos pressing in closer. Figures began to form in the vortex. Vast, shadowy shapes of impossible geometry. Eyes of cold fire. Wings of shattered glass and smoke. They were not fully in the world yet, but their presence was enough to warp the air, to make the stones of the chapel bleed black ichor. The Fallen Pantheon was arriving. “See?” the man Kael whispered, his eyes wide with fanatical joy. “See their glory?” Lyra was sobbing, her hands over her ears. “Make it stop! Make the bad song stop!”