The Fallen Star Book Novels & Stories

But she did not push him away, turned and looked into his eyes with such an aching caress that the young man understood: she sees in them the same shooting stars - melting, twinkling. They say that in ancient times this Great Day was called not Kolosovik, but Starfall. For only once a year, on this night, the sky, like tears, dropped the stars. But that was a long time ago, hundreds of springs ago, before the night began to belong to those who walked. And Tamir hated those who lived in darkness with all his heart. Because without them, everything in his life would have turned out differently ...

Besides, I can handle Alex myself. "You won't ever run away from me" I sighed. "Ok...sure" she nodded as she talks in low voice. I placed my hands underneath my bed and brought her books out. "These are Jenny Alfred's and so it's yours...you are going to close your eyes after you've relaxed on something, then..place your hands on the words you've written" I tried to explain but she wouldn't allow me to finish before she grabbed it quickly from me. She was still sitting when she did it and she flung the book away after she had fallen on my bed.

And it was Miguel who complemented what Anne said, in a low voice and so ethereal that anyone would say he was in a trance. "To the sound of the third trumpet, one of the largest stars in the sky will fall on the earth, poisoning its rivers, lakes and seas." He narrated the archangel, bending down to place Kleyphon sitting on the floor. The archangel soldier almost collapsed, but leaned on the last second, grumbling softly as he felt pain in the space that moments before supported his wings. Miguel lowered his eyes to his own hands still wounded by his punishment." At the sound of the fourth, the sun, the moon and the stars will lose their brightness, and the world will fall into darkness. O

I stuttered as the phone fell from my palm finding its way to the marbled parking lot ground. CHECK OUT BOOK TWO (THE BILLIONAIRE EX-LOVER'S REVENGE)

PRESENT DAY Nestor sat by the window, his gaze fixed on the darkening sky as the sun dipped below the horizon. A melancholic sigh escaped his lips, an indication to the longing that tugged at his heartstrings. The air inside the small hut seemed to echo with the absence of Carmela’s presence, leaving a void that even the soft whispers of the wind couldn’t fill.

She quickly flagged down a taxi and headed back to her hotel room, her mind swirling with the revelation. As Alex stealthily made his way home under the cover of darkness, Nana's keen senses detected the presence of the protector in his true form. With a sense of urgency, she hastened to the staircase, her fingers deftly manipulating the hidden mechanism that concealed the passage to the ancient library below.

The world stood firm, its golden horizon glowing with the strength of their choices, its stone humming with Agnes’s song. The stars above no longer fell, their white light softened, woven into the sky like threads in a tapestry. Yet one star flickered, cold and solitary, its pulse a reminder of the Night’s final whisper: Guardians. The air was still, but it carried a weight, as if the world itself were holding its breath, waiting for the next judgment. The fracture was sealed, but the echo of the starlight hand lingered in their minds, its touch a memory that burned.

Alexander The next day, I check in on Max, the new dungeon keeper. I verify with the pocket of Evelyn within me to make sure she’s asleep before I head down there. Max is reading a book on the new stool I brought down after shattering the last one in anger. His mind is calm, devoid of torturous thoughts like how I’d found Jonesy, so that’s good. He looks up from his book as I trot down the stone steps, smiling politely as he places his bookmark. “Good morning, Your Majesty.”

If my scholarship got flagged, if my standing dropped, I lost the one stable thing keeping any of this together at all. Stella exhaled slowly. "Then we get the money another way. Starting tonight." I looked at her, and something in my chest untangled slightly, just from not being alone in it, even though nothing about the situation had actually gotten easier. "The car," I said. "The car," she agreed.

I purred. This was a new Raven. A confident Raven. I felt powerful. Like nothing could break me. I felt comfortable in my own skin, and even though I had never seduced anybody before, I thought I was doing a damn good job at it. Thank god for the romance novels I used to steal from the trashcan whenever Marissa was finished with them. “It’s not that,” Hade’s voice is strangled. He clutches at his collar, pulling at it, loosening it.