The Fallen Manga Novels & Stories

The grounds trembled, and the skies were dim like doomsday. Rebelle fell to the ground and stared at James in disbelief. Shortly after, she raised her hand to her chest and spat out a mouthful of blood. Her other hand quickly supported her weight while kneeling on one knee. “Impossible! This is outrageous. Even though I’m severely injured, I still have the strength of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Seventh Tribulation. You’re eight sub-ranks weaker than me, so how could you have defeated me?” James raised the golden sword and snorted, “You’re only at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Seventh Tribulation, but have the arrogance of someone at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation’s upper grade.”

"Just an Angel huh... "Well guess I'll be the only one being trained since he's just an angel because so am I, fallen angels are bad angels judged by god and sent to the human world to have another chance to be an angel, But I didn't have a choice, I didn't get to be good or bad and I was forgotten until I found YOU, I was invisible until I met YOU, but it seems I was just an angel to you huh?" Damien stuttered "T-that's not what I meant dammit, I-I-" I stopped him "It's fine I get that your mad... but that was too far" I turned my back to him and went out the cave entrance "Come on..." "Noah, the names Noah" "Come on Noah, you get to train me first" I saw Noah turn his head for a second the

I tightened my grip slightly to steady him before he fell. “Gigi…” he muttered under his breath. That stupid name again. Goddess, what have that girl done to him) I exhaled slowly and kept him upright. “August. Look at me.” He blinked slowly, like the room was only just forming in his head now. The boy straightened fully now, anger clear in his expression. He wiped his mouth once with the back of his hand, jaw tight, eyes locked on August like he was holding back something worse. I turned slightly toward him.

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

Minister Coltain brings us front and center of the rebel group, directly across the prairie from Alexander. “You will surrender the crown,” Minister Coltain calls across the gap. “Never!” Alexander calls back. His voice is a comfort I hadn’t realized I spent so many days taking for granted. Then Minister Coltain pushes me off the horse. I let out a high-pitched, guttural cry as my good shoulder takes the brunt of the fall. I’m sure it’s better to have fallen on my less injured side than the casted one, but the only thing I can think about in this moment is the searing pain winding around my shoulder, radiating down to my fingertips and up to my temple.

he yells as we start to fall. We tumble through the air, my heart rate spiking when I see an arrow sticking out of his shoulder. Fuck, did I lose my concentration and make us visible? I panic when I see the ground quickly approaching and call my wings forward just as Dad tosses me. He hits the ground, his noninjured shoulder taking the brunt of his fall.

“I know you don’t belong here. Not because you’re not beautiful enough or wealthy enough. But because you’re convinced you don’t deserve to be here. People who feel they deserve things don’t carry themselves the way you do.” Maya stepped forward. “Okay, mystery man. That’s enough amateur psychology for one night.” He ignored her completely. His focus remained locked on me. “I’m curious what happened to make someone so thoroughly diminished. Public scandal? Professional failure? Betrayal?” “All of the above,” I said before I could stop myself. The martinis had loosened my tongue. Something flickered in his expression. Interest, maybe. Or satisfaction. “Interesting.” “What’s interesting?” I de

LILA I land on the ground with a thud, blood splattering from my mouth and I hear the crack of my bones from the impact of the fall before I feel the pain. I don’t dare look up to see the furious look on Beta Arden’s face as he closes the gap between us. What must I have possibly done to deserve all this torture? Maybe the moon goddess is punishing me for trying to escape my fate, if I had let myself stay in that cell at least by now i would have died and I would be resting peacefully.

More lightening struck the temple, pillars fell, more and more cracks on the wall, the raining started falling down heavily, drenching my body, I struggled to keep my eyes open but I was too weak, the last figure I saw before I let myself fall into the Abyss was—. Naria.

My skin was practically translucent now, my veins branching out like black spiderwebs. Images began to surface in the mirror. The mirror showed a battle on the clan borders, two years past. As the clan's top assassin, Cassian had infiltrated the Fallen's lair alone. But it was an ambush. In the vision, he was covered in blood. A Fallen’s claws had torn open his throat, severing the carotid artery. Black venom was creeping into his veins. It was Fallen necro-venom. Left untreated, the victim would devolve into a mindless Ghoul within three days.