The Fallen Star Book Novels & Stories

The girl then brought her face closer, try reading the page of the book. Venus did not really understand, but the scene that was plastered was explaining the situation where Amerta's time finally approached its end. Because she did not want to dirty her hands with dust, Venus used the Air again to close the book. The cover explained that it was only a fiction novel that was inspired by the real circumstances of the downfall of Amerta. The downfall of Amerta. How exaggerated, Venus mind denounced. The girl took turns blowing dust on the two books that had been originally covered with Air Talent. One is titled ENCHANTED and the other is titled WOLVIRE, both appear to be writings from someone n

I read the entry again. Moonfall. Ashvane. Disputed. Three things that had never existed in the version of my mother Victor had allowed me to know. I turned the page. It had been removed. Not torn in anger. Cut close to the binding, neat enough that whoever took it had wanted the information gone without damaging the rest of the book. My stomach tightened. At the bottom of the remaining page, written in darker ink, were three words. Moonfall Alpha claim. My wolf pressed forward.

I grab the book off the shelf and drop to the floor, right there in the aisle. My fingers tremble as I flip to the end. I already know what happens, but I can’t stop myself. Luke Thorne, the immortal hockey star. The one man who ever loved like he meant it. And the heroine fails him. I stare at the final panel, my tears dripping onto the page. “She let him die,” I whisper. My throat closes. “She let him die alone.” I press the book to my chest and sob, rocking back and forth like a child.

Ch-83 Before Orion could do something, he fell unconscious on his bed. People who came to ask his attention saw he was ‘sleeping’ and left. In Abigail’s chambers…. The woman who wore a red cloak and adorned the skeleton throne in the Witch Coven appeared out of thin air.

The old man just sighed, he absolutely couldn't scold this kid. "Soon... Something's going to fall," Gail said. Sure enough, after Gail finished his words, the pile of books in the corner of the room fell. Gail smiled widely holding back a laugh. Even though he knew this would happen but still, it was ridiculous. "Ah...!" yelled the man as his books fell. After standing back up, he then looked at Gail and said, "Please tidy this up, Gail." #to be continued in Chapter 18.2 - Decision

That's for sure. "God, I feel too worthless. Damn," I mumbled. Looking down, I raised my index finger, signaling the bartender to give me another glass. Time passed and I started feeling drowsy. I feel numb at the same time. I chuckled and leaned my head on the table. This way I can escape the pain. Suddenly, a picture of a man appeared in my mind. That man. Who in the right mind would spend a lot just to meet the woman whom he had a one-night stand with?

Iris sank to her knees. “It knows we’re coming,” she said. Scene 5: The Starfall Crater Two days later, they reached the edge of the Starfall Crater. It was vast—miles wide, its center caved in like a forgotten wound. The stone was blackened, rimmed with crystalline dust. At the heart of it stood a single obelisk, cracked and glowing with silver light. “That’s it,” Iris said. “The Hollow Star.” “It’s not a prison,” Lyra said. “It’s a seal.”

“This one… it’s different. It’s from outside.” Zara folded her arms, the movement stiff. “You’re telling me there’s someone else writing the future now?” “Not someone,” Elira said. “Something.” They gathered in the chart room, where the dome ceiling reflected the night sky in perfect miniature. The Hollow Star burned there too, a black ember at the heart of the constellations. Zara pointed to it. “If this is real, if it’s more than an omen, then we need to know when. What does ‘fall’ mean? Death? Defeat? Or—”

Falling, Not through space, But through memory, Liora plummeted, weightless and burning, as the god’s voice thundered around her. Time dissolved. Her flame dimmed. Her mind blurred, This wasn’t death, It was unmaking. She landed hard, But not on stone or soil, She fell into herself A cavernous realm lit by blood-colored stars, veins of fire curling through impossible skies, She stood in the Ash Crown’s heart. The god itself pulsed in the distance, immense, sprawling, unformed.

“I know you don’t belong here. Not because you’re not beautiful enough or wealthy enough. But because you’re convinced you don’t deserve to be here. People who feel they deserve things don’t carry themselves the way you do.” Maya stepped forward. “Okay, mystery man. That’s enough amateur psychology for one night.” He ignored her completely. His focus remained locked on me. “I’m curious what happened to make someone so thoroughly diminished. Public scandal? Professional failure? Betrayal?” “All of the above,” I said before I could stop myself. The martinis had loosened my tongue. Something flickered in his expression. Interest, maybe. Or satisfaction. “Interesting.” “What’s interesting?” I de