The Fallen Manga Novels & Stories

Lyra falls and faints. To Be Continued

He fell from the fourth floor, and his back was almost badly mutilated. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Before long, Miyamoto Inuichiro tasted sweet and blood spilled from his mouth. At the same time, the clothes on Miyamoto Inuichiro's back were gradually dyed red by blood. "Junior Clan Leader!" A large number of staff who cooked Sakura Sun Style were shocked by this sudden scene. When they saw that it was Miyamoto Ichiro who fell from the fourth floor, the group of Japanese people were all dumbfounded.

- She unfurled her wings, being feathery and dark in color. "But first, you should know what a Fallen Angel is!" - That took them by surprise. They never thought that the woman in front of them would be a Half-Fallen. They knew about Koneko, after all, Hijama told them, so they were not as surprised when they saw her ears and tail but it was different for the woman in front of them. Those wings looked scary, at least in Reiji's eyes, not that he would voice it out loud.

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.

And every time I fell back, it hurt to even scream. I had broken something in the original fall. A rib, maybe. And it hurt badly. After what seemed to me to be ages, a shadow peeked down at me. It was tall and slender. “Muzan,” I gasped. He had the same look that Edric had on his face. Only more concerned. “Whatever are you doing down there?” he huffed, wincing at my tattered form. “I’m sorry, Muzan. I should have listened to you. I shouldn’t have tried to run away.”

This scene is too beautiful, just add a little wind, a little more leaves is like the anime J)))) I sighed and turned away. I forgot, now he has someone to take care of him. He's not as empty as before. I walked down the stairs to the school gate, I just walked like nothing, not paying attention to what was happening around. Until there was a very strong pull, causing me to fall into someone's lap.

And there’s Rhea, standing on an altar of flame, her arms outstretched and her eyes hollowed to ash. The Crown burns above her. Dragons scream in the sky. The Veil collapses again. And then- She falls. A spear of white light rips through her chest. I jolt back into the present with a scream caught in my throat. "No, no, no," I whisper, palms shaking. I’ve seen many futures but this feels fixed. I hear the Moon Goddess again, but softer this time. "One must fall for the other to rise." I want to scream. I want to rip this vision from my bones. But it won't go.

The spear misses without missing. The warrior stumbles—confused. ⸻ Right Caster He tries to form another attack— But his energy refuses to stabilize. Shinjuku looks at him— And the energy simply… stops existing. ⸻ [Final Moment] All three fall to one knee. Breathing. Shaken. ⸻ Shinjuku stands above them. Not proud. Not angry. Just… certain. ⸻ “You rely on power.” A pause. The void tightens again.

Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with

His steel bluish orbs zeroed on the figure who was crouching on the semi plastered rough floor, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her one knee touching the floor and the other just few centimetres above. His Angel!!! ***