The Fallen Star Book Novels & Stories

' Ethan smiled as he looked down at his hands, where he'd peeled the label off the bottle again, this time somehow managing to peel it off in one piece, his fingers tearing a shape out of the thin paper. 'It's a story about one of their own,' he said. 'The first Angel to fall. The first one to question. The first one to defy. The one who started it all. It's a Gospel, but not one that was ever going to make the final cut. The book is the Gospel of Lucifer.' I sucked in a breath, felt my stomach flip, my muscles weaken. I stared at him, was unable to take my eyes off him. When I spoke, my voice trembled. 'Why did your parents have that book, Ethan?'

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.

The Bound to the fallen angel is a dark fantasy romance about fate, obsession, second chances, and a love that survives across lifetimes. Welcome to the beginning bitches!

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

She asked politely to which the Fallen answer with an ear blasting laughter. “No! Of course not idiot! I don’t do things that will harm me. If I do not fulfill my contract and devour that man’s soul, I will be the one to suffer from immense pain and while I am indeed a fan of watching other’s in suffering I do not want to be the one in pain,” the Fallen said his pathetic words in such a brave manner that it even baffled Rose.

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.

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Star looked at me with new interest at his protest. "That is not the type of news I want to deliver to a pack member." I softly spoke, flipping through the pages. "No, it is not. I don't envy you right now, but there is another possibility." She arched a brow at me, then set a much smaller book down in front of me. "How to trick a man to love you." The title read. "Uh, I'm not sure this is the right book, Star." She was pretty damn old, maybe she was finally becoming senile.

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

It didn’t matter in the face of death. My head jerked to the right, founding the blade glistening. Looking at him, my hand reached for the blade. One second, two seconds, three seconds… “When you wake up in the other world, you’ll be thanking me, Winter.” And I struck the blade to his face, eliciting a roar from him. Bang~ The door to my doom opened, and so many people dragged me like I was nothing. Their eyes scrutinized me as if I was a skilled killer. A scream echoed throughout the path. Gone was the respect in their eyes. What I am now is just a fallen Luna.