The Fallen Series By Thomas E Sniegoski Novels & Stories

“Now you’ve fallen—you’ve lost everything you were meant to be—just because of me!” He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze full of love and quiet certainty. “Haven’t I fallen hard enough? Long before I lost my wings… I had already fallen completely for you. And that fall was far deeper, far more real, and far more permanent than anything else I could ever experience.”

The actual person underneath. Someone who hurts people without meaning to. Who makes them doubt their reality. Who leaves them broken. Is that who I'm falling for? Or is that just who he used to be? I don't know anymore. That night there's a show. I shoot it on autopilot. Not really seeing. Not really present. After, Lennon finds me backstage. "You okay? You seem off." "I'm fine." "Sloane." "I said I'm fine." He studies my face. "Something happened. What happened?"

Camillia and Marco ended up dying in an accident. It was suspected to be a revenge killing. When the news popped up on my screen, I was rushing to complete my thesis in the library. The comment section went into a frenzy. [An accident? Please. Camillia is the Colene family’s spy! That child is Marco’s! The Don despises traitors, so he took them both out himself!] I stared at the screen, and my fingers trembled. This was not how it happened in my memory.

AVA’S POV After the grand walk-in of those men in tailored suits with their leader, Vincenzo, who had me on chokehold, not because of his handsomeness, but because of the aura emitting from him, everything changed. It screamed danger so much that ice slashed down my spine at any given chance. And his soulless eyes? It was everything I wasn’t. Cold. Calm. Domineering. Dark and menacing. I almost melted under his scrutinizing gaze and the second he turned on his heels and disappeared down the hallway, I was finally able to breathe again.

I didn't know why but out of all the boys in school, my heart decided to fall for The Decadence of The Fallen's "Ice Prince" and lead vocalist. A nobody falling for the most popular boy in school had to be the greatest cliché of the century. A sort of cosmic joke that the universe decided to play on a mere mortal like me. And everyone in the whole universe seems to be laughing but me...

“Completely. Twisted. Obsessed. All of it.” He smirked, dark and predatory, eyes smoldering. “Good. Because once you’re mine… there’s no turning back. And I… I’ve never wanted anything more than this. Than you. Than fire in the dark.” We stood there, wrapped in fog and shadow, hearts racing, desire tangled with obsession, danger pressing from every side. And I realized, terrifyingly and thrillingly, that we were already beyond redemption, beyond reason, beyond the world that had tried to keep us apart. We were lost—and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Even better.” I smirked, squeezing her knee under the table. She was holding her own, refusing to cower beneath the weight of my father’s presence. The woman sitting beside me wasn’t the same girl who had been dragged into this world months ago. She was standing on her own, and she was thriving. The conversation shifted, moving from pleasantries to business—because in this family, everything always came back to business. Matteo’s downfall had left a vacuum, and a vacuum in this world never lasted long. Alliances had to be reforged. Loose ends had to be tied up. The enemies who had retreated wouldn’t stay gone forever.

I was meant to die, and they despise me for it, they’re bitter, because my promised one has come to greet me. Seth is so much bigger and taller than I thought he would be, broad-shouldered, with alabaster skin and black hair. His eyes are dark orange and I’m mesmerized because I’ve never seen a color like it. He is wearing casual clothes, a polo, and long brown pants because he wouldn’t be busy today. But his frown plastered over his face shows he was so worried about me. I flashed my fangs, victorious because I had won. He takes my hand and everyone watches as he is forced to get down on one knee and kiss the hand of the woman he failed to kill.

The necklace, still faintly glowing, felt heavy against her chest as if it, too, held secrets waiting to be uncovered. She made her way downstairs quietly, avoiding the bustling kitchen where Rose was likely preparing breakfast. Instead, she sought solace in the library, a sanctuary of knowledge and quiet contemplation within the main house. The shelves were lined with ancient tomes and volumes on supernatural lore, each holding a promise of insight into the world beyond human understanding. Andrea pulled out a dusty book on werewolf mythology, flipping through its pages in search of any mention of beings like her—half-human, half-something else.

But he maintained his vocal composure and answered with a sincere 'no problem'. Emiel met Danali in those stories like cliche settings. Back then because of his fragile stature he was often targeted for bullying. That's where Danali, one year senior to Emiel appeared and saved Emiel—taking him under her wing. It was after meeting Danali that Emiel recovered his self esteem and began training to become strong, eventually deciding on joining SWAT. And where does this Raymond person come in? Just before Emiel was arranging to join SWAT, Danali met Raymond, the top student of their department. Raymond was bright and attractive, a perfect gentleman—who fell for the tomboyish Danali immediately.