The Fallen Star Book Novels & Stories

POV DARLENE The fall from the Celestial Spire was not a descent through air, but a plunge through the dying echoes of a civilization. Around us, the silver city disintegrated into a rain of metallic glass, each shard reflecting the violet star that had become the eye of our new, broken sky. As we plummeted toward the Wastelands of the West, the gravity of the Spire’s null-zone finally snapped, replaced by the crushing, visceral weight of the Goddess of Scorn.

She felt like a Fire Ant in the middle of the ocean. "Welcome to the Leroy Pavillion, members of the famed Falling Stardust. Your great name has been called within these walls thousands of times over the past few years. Your magic devices could be found everywhere in this Heaven's Envy we call home," a tall blue-haired young man with an obviously forced smile on his face dressed in the most luxurious of clothing came forward to greet them.

Every hair on her arm stood as she beat back the panic welling in her breast. On the other hand, she had read novels in which the lady had enjoyed the pirate’s passionate kisses. The heroine in the book actually fell in love with the ruthless man. Isabelle rolled her eyes. It was beyond her knowledge how any woman could feel that way. Yet, Hawk had been attentive while she was being jolted atop his horse. It had seemed he almost cared about her discomfort when offering to have her lean against him.

Whilst i’ll tell them avout our departure. Kasumi gave nod and then leaving with the others and i’m going toward the prince to tell him about our departure. His expression is priceless when he saw me changed myself. I then flapped my wing and go after the others. On the dream we had before, the people from outside world that is us, are called Fallen by the people of this world. Because We are truth to our own desire untill we fall to depravity. I’ll made my dream became true on this fucked reincarnation setting. After i’m do e with the main mission. Destroying ‘that’ person.

There were only a couple of other kids that chose to read over the computers. I browsed the bookshelf searching for a book to read, my step-father set fire to all my books in the wheel barrow when he first moved in with us. I picked a book up from the shelf, my father had bought me it before he died, I was surprised to see it in a school library. The Darkest Minds. I found my way over to a comfy seat in the corner of the room. Fishing out my glasses from my bag I made sure no one was looking before I put them on. "Hey." A boy interupted me three chapters in. "I'm Aaron." Peeking up from behind my book I saw a guy staring at me with a huge grin on his face. I had no idea how long he had been

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

Star poured the steaming tea into two delicate cups, and the aroma that wafted from it was soothing, like a gentle embrace in this moment of uncertainty. As I sipped the tea, I could feel its warmth spread through me, easing the tension that had built up. It was as if each sip was a step closer to clarity, a respite from the overwhelming choices before me. "Thank you," I murmured, appreciating both the tea and Star's nice gestures. But my mouth was left agape again when she flipped her hands and a book dangled in the air before it landed on her hands. My eyes still widened in astonishment as I watched the book that had floated in the air a while ago. It was a display of supernatural power th

We all turned toward him. “This,” Uncle Lucifer said, his voice resonating through the room, “is a genuine copy of one of the Seven Books of the Fallen.” He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “This particular tome belongs to the realm of Wrath.” Uncle Lucifer said as I felt the room atmosphere stall at his words. The Seven Books of the Fallen were legendary, whispered about in hushed tones among angels and demons alike. “But there’s a catch,” Lucifer continued, interrupting my thoughts.

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

Time to get back to work. "Sloane?" I turn. "The book I left on the bus. Did you read it?" "I'm halfway through." "And?" "It's exactly what I needed. How did you know?" "Because I read it three years ago when I was falling apart. And it helped." He shrugs. "Figured it might help you too." "It does. Thank you." "Small gestures." "Small gestures," I agree. I walk back to my equipment feeling lighter than I have in months.