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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!!! ***

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 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.

Theon A pillar monster falls right in front of me, nearly crushing me, but I jump away just in time. The sheer force of the fall breaks its stone arm in two, and the eerie silverish glow in its eyes subsides. The pillar monster stops moving. “I think he died,” I tell Haden, who is panting on the other side of the fallen monster. This is the only one that we managed to fall, and by the looks of it, kill. “Holy shit, did that actually work?” Kiran screeches.