The Fallen Manga Novels & Stories

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.

Alaina asked sarcastically, her head cocked to one side, her eyes narrowed darkly. “Let her go! Let her go!” Ten-year-old Tara’s voice echoed all around her, singing and laughing merrily. “Let her fall. Let her fall.” “I’m letting you go,” Alaina said. “So go and die.” Very slowly, Sakura watched in horror as Alaina unwrapped her hands. “No!” she screamed, watching Alaina as she slowly fell backward from the tree house, her small body flying down toward the ground as if she were falling from a cliff edge down to the angry sea below.

I rushed over and saw the bloody figure on the stretcher. It was Tom. He was lucky enough to survive. Because of the height, the fall had some cushioning during the collapse, and several concrete slabs had formed a pocket around him. However, both his legs had been crushed beyond recognition. They looked like two broken branches buried in mud. Barbara was carried out as well. She was still wearing that bright red dress, though now it was stained black with dust. Her spine had twisted into a horrifying angle, and bloody foam spilled from her mouth.

Their main priority was making it out alive, and with all their limbs intact. To them, the Falling Stardust members were not mages, but monsters loved by mana. The way they manipulated and controlled mana outclassed most elders. They barely ever cast spells all the intricate ways in which they controlled and directed their mana was all done with the mind. It was smooth and seamless like muscle memory or like the mana was acting on its own but using their bodies as a conduit. The displays of power conjured more impressions than fright. Regardless of how fearful they were or how impressed they became. They had witnessed brothers and sisters, some they knew while they were children being slaugh

The fallen angel asked innocently. "Oh, not at all. I just saw you make 3 men fall dead to the ground without even touching them, had butterflies appear out of nowhere to attack me on demand, and then proceed to disappear into thin air twice. So excuse me if I've accepted my fate a little too fast for your liking and want you to just kill me already." Despite trying to sound calm, I could tell my voice came out shaky when he shot me an arrogant smile. I wish I had his disappearing abilities because I would've been long gone by now but unfortunately, not all of us are born special.

The world then slowly turned from the faded blue to pitch darkness and I knew it was over. I was dead. **** My body began to fall. I knew that I should have been scared. I should have been screaming and grasping at whatever I could find to cushion the fall. But I stayed calm. If anything, it felt free. I was free. I welcomed the fall. I welcomed whatever pain that would come with it. Because I deserved it. I had failed. I could only pray that Fiona found a way to counter Willow’s magic. If not, they might not stand a chance.

⸻ The Fallen Celestial stared at the mountain. ⸻ Then whispered: ⸻ “Impossible.” ⸻ A second roar answered from below. ⸻ Older. ⸻ Angrier. ⸻ More powerful. ⸻ The entire battlefield froze. ⸻ Because if something could frighten the Fallen Celestial… ⸻ Then whatever was beneath the mountain might be even worse. ⸻ And deep inside the bond— Amara felt a terrible certainty. ⸻ The real war hadn’t started yet.

The brilliant light enveloped me and I found myself on the training mat in my human form moments later. Dante shifted his body a second after that. He advanced on me while he stood completely undressed and he took me into his embrace. He pressed his face into my silver-blonde hair. Dante whispered his disbelief at the situation with a voice that displayed strong emotions. You shifted. A twenty-two-year-old first shift. It should have killed you. I told you I smiled while I wrapped my arms around his waist. I am Moonfall. We do not break. Dante moved back to see my shoulder. The deep, bloody gash from Vanessa's dagger had mostly healed. It now appeared as a slender pink scar.

The host said as when Rain stood up they clapped their hands so do I as he then glance at me before he went up to the stage and hold the microphone. "Good day everyone,for the 10th floor's representative manga work of ours.We're honored to show it to all of you the manga artwork named 'Yours Forever' it's a boy's love illustration and artwork it started with the man whom is an actor and the other man which is also the leading man,the partner of the other one whom is an artist.."Rain started to explain and the other details and short summary of the manga work of ours. *LAUGHING* Out of the blue the 11th floor table,their director suddenly laugh so loud that makes Rain to cut off from his word