The Fallen Book Novels & Stories

The memory of his fallen comrades burned bright in his mind, a beacon of unwavering resolve amidst the darkness that threatened to consume him. With a heavy heart and a burdened conscience, Alex knew that he could no longer continue serving in the army. The weight of the secrets he carried and the knowledge of the injustice that had been perpetrated weighed heavily upon him, a constant reminder of the sacrifices made by his fallen comrades.In a moment of clarity, Alex realized that he could no longer be a part of an institution that valued secrecy and deception over truth and justice. His loyalty lay with his fallen comrades and the oath he had sworn to protect and serve, not with those who

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

The attic returned—but the Throne beneath me was gone. Replaced with a circle of ash. And blood. My blood. The book fell from my lap, pages fluttering wildly as if caught in a wind only it could feel. I scrambled to pick it up, but the symbols had changed. No… they were gone. Every word had vanished. As if the ritual was complete. But it wasn’t. I could feel it. The house had gone still. Too still. And then—the door creaked open. I stood quickly, heart in my throat.

"Can you help me.. I am afraid.. " Owen wanted to argue and say no but it was easier to get her the book then wasting his words.. He took the tool and got up.. He got the book but the tool was already tempered with.. It wasn't a big height but it made his balance unstable and silea pushed the tool by her foot making him fall on her. Owen stumbled as the stool gave way beneath him, the book clutched in his hand as gravity pulled him downward. He tried to brace himself, but the fall was too fast—and before he could catch the edge of the shelf, he crashed straight into Silea.

Alexander The next day, I check in on Max, the new dungeon keeper. I verify with the pocket of Evelyn within me to make sure she’s asleep before I head down there. Max is reading a book on the new stool I brought down after shattering the last one in anger. His mind is calm, devoid of torturous thoughts like how I’d found Jonesy, so that’s good. He looks up from his book as I trot down the stone steps, smiling politely as he places his bookmark. “Good morning, Your Majesty.”

A shiver ran down my spine. Retracing my steps, I padded over to the table, which had the item lying on it. It was a book, a really, really old book. Flipping through the pages, I discovered it was a journal, its pages detailing the fall of a great alpha king. My brows scrunched. What the hell is an alpha? However, before I could read further, an unseen force hit me, nearly sweeping me off my feet.

"If you refuse to start the second book, the Reader will 'Activate' her. She will become the new protagonist, and the North will be reset to the night of the eighteenth birthday. You will be 'Archived' here, Silas. A ghost in a library of failed endings." Silas looked at the glowing scrolls. He realized then that the "Choice" was a trap. If he moved forward, he was a character in a sequel. If he stayed, he was a deleted file in an archive. "We have to 'Burn the Library'," Silas said, his gold-veined wolf form simmering. "You cannot burn what has already been read, Silas Blackwood," the thousand-voice chorus echoed from the scrolls. One of the scrolls—the one titled THE FALL OF THE HERETIC KI

Chapter 15 Author. Ana. Run…. Run…………Keep running. She told herself. And that's what her legs did. Kept running. The surrounding was covered with darkness. Trees like ghost stayed rooted either side on her way as she kept passing, her movement speedy. She doesn’t know where her feet were taking her but one thing, she knew was she needs to run and run. And Escape. Just then her eyes looked on the ground and the next instance she fell in the pit of never-ending darkness. She was sliding through the darkness moving down as if some negative energy pulling her towards itself.

Short chapter I know 😩😩 Just had to put this up Finally we're done with sin My longest book so far The Walker series has come to an end You can read them as a stand alone In the following order for better entertainment Faded (Walker series book 1) Tony's Book Running (Walker series book 2) Alex's Book Fallen Angel (Walker series book 3) Rhys's Book Possession (Walker series book 4) Ethan's Book Sin (Walker series book 5) Tristan's Book Thank you all for reading and voting my books I love y'all 🤩🤩

Queen Marasela’s words cut through the air like a sharp blade, slicing through the fragile walls Clarissa had built around her heart. It felt as if the ground beneath her had suddenly crumbled, and she was left to fall into a chasm of confusion and disbelief. The revelation didn't just shake Clarissa’s world—it shattered everything within her. For a moment, the world seemed to stop, and the room around her blurred into a hazy fog. Her mind struggled to process the information, her thoughts swirling in chaos as the queen’s words echoed over and over in her ears. Lucas’s grandmother. The grandmother. Could it be true? Had she, the woman who had shown kindness to Clarissa before, really been th