The Fallen Manga Novels & Stories

At this moment, his mind suddenly trembled, and he felt that the light in his position dimmed. The next moment, a powerful force poured down from the top of his head like a flood. Without any ability to resist, the cultivator fell from the sky to the ground. His Body-protection Gang was smashed into pieces. His whole body was covered with blood-red cracks, like a spider web. He looked extremely ferocious and horrible. Blood, spiritual Qi, and all sorts of Essences were pouring out of the rifts. At this time, he tried hard to open his eyes and looked at Caspian who was stepping on him.

These things create self-fulfilling prophecies which history has proven has ruined many people. He reads the rest and it shows the main character and his companions going to train separately so they would be strong enough to beat the antagonist while cleverly create and find advantages over him. In the end, the villain loses but not without any significant damage. A few characters have died but his eyes laid upon Matsuri who bled to death. And the rest of the manga ends with the protagonist mourning them all but looking foward to the future. It was ended with a hopeful ending. "Is this supposed to be a happy ending?" Cai Kang grit his teeth. It is supposed to parallel their future in real li

⸻ 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. ⸻ It was only beginning.

Malphas dug his claws into the earth to hold on. The enemy fortress—and the heart of the invasion—was gone. Vaporized. Silence fell over the Plains of Ash. The Legion of Light was broken. Their leaders were dust. Their Hero was kneeling in the mud, weeping. The Aftermath. In the sky, the magic faded. Vespera’s eyes rolled back. The adrenaline crashed. The mana exhaustion hit her like a hammer. She fell. She tumbled from the sky, a ragdoll in black silk. "Vespera!"

Jaz POV The Moon Valley Pack is located a few miles from the Pacific Ocean and between two large mountains that separate us from the rest of the world. When you sit on the cliff that is not too far from the pack. You can see the Ocean and then you can look up and see the moon. I came across the cliff when I was 17 while on my nightly run at 11. Ever since Alpha Jax, Bata James, and Sam found me they brought me back to the pack. They gave me 2 weeks to heal and pass every test that the doctors gave to me. Then they began training me to be the best of the best. Fist they wanted to learn everything about me. From where I came from, what happened to me and of course I could tell them anything be

I was just starting but the guy cried allowed and struggled in my arms. "Stop it!, Stop it...please" she cried again but I didn't listen to her. I continued to drain his blood till he closed his eyes. I let him fall slowly to the ground as I turned to the next person. It was the girl.... crying on the floor. I walked towards her abnormally and gradually but staggeringly, making a settled step before another, without being able to hold myself back. "Damn!! I've gone rogue again, Am I going to... feed on her..?

I asked in my mind trying to comprehend it. Our morning class ended while I was out on my own world. I can also hear the rumors about the incident happened in the morning but I don’t care. We are currently in the cafeteria today. "Jules, Shells", I call their attention. They turned to me and asked me if I was okay. "Do you know what a falling game is?", I asked them again. Jules stopped eating and Shelly choked so I handed her some water. "Why Ty? Did you receive a letter?" Jules asked worriedly.

Instinctively, I clutched my belly, my voice barely a whisper. “Hospital… take me to the hospital.” Dario looked down at me, irritation clouding his eyes. “It’s just a fall. Is that really necessary? Get up. You’re not a child. Stop pretending to be so fragile.” But the pain kept getting worse. I couldn’t even form words anymore. Maybe it was the sweat pouring down my face, or the fact that I couldn’t raise my head, but for the first time, a flicker of panic flashed across Dario’s face.

I’m not dreaming, I’m sure I fell off a cliff! “I’m not lying… I’m sure I fell and-” I suddenly remembered the bruise I got when I fell. “Here! Look! These are my bruises from-” I showed them my arm but to my shock, there’s no wound in it. “-when I fell…” Where are they!? “I can’t see any bruises in you, miss Araia.” The old man said. “I-I…” fear consumed me. Am I dreaming? Where are the bruises that I got? Is there any chance that they healed while I’m still unconscious?

Door slammed, echoing like the closing note of a funeral march. I dropped back onto the bed with a groan, my face buried in the pillow Elian had thoroughly defiled just minutes ago. Humiliation pulsed through me like a heartbeat. Isla had walked in, called me out, called him out, and I had just… sat there. Mostly naked. Completely mortified. Beside me, Elian stretched like a man who hadn’t just been verbally gutted by his closest associate. His grin was infuriating. Lazy. So pleased.