The Fallen Star Novels & Stories

“The only thing that scares me… is not being close enough if someone tries to take you.” Her stomach tightened, both in fear and something warmer, deeper, more dangerous. “Get dressed,” he murmured. “I’ll be waiting.” ****** The gala was held in the Crestfallen Hotel. A towering marble fortress lit with white stone columns that stretched into the sky. Snow drifted in slow spirals, settling on the awnings and glowing under the lanterns. Lucian helped Elara from the car only after scanning the street with a careful, lethal precision. If anyone had ever looked at her with such wordless protectiveness, she didn’t remember it.

I was tagged the strict and ‘no mercy’ alpha but I did not care, as long as people feared me, whatever floats their boats is what they can call me. They wouldn’t dare disrespect me. The royalties of the Crescent pack are direct descendants of the first werewolves and every pack member must partake in the moon fall ceremony where a blood oath is renewed among all pack members. That way, we all share the same blood and strengthen our bond with the moon goddess.

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 onto them, however, some of them 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. " "Wow, so she's an Aryik," Horia muttered, earning a hum from the moon goddess.

Then he said in a gloomy tone, "The Falling Star Sect is famous for its hidden weapons and assassination in the Snow Province. They resort to extreme measures. Instead of confronting face to face, they use hidden weapons, poison, kidnapping and plots, which are hard to prevent. Even some superiors will be cautious when facing the Falling Star Sect, the dark sect.” "Instructing a disciple like Dragon with one eye, the Falling Star Sect is not good. I won't feel sorry when I kill them. Hey, if they want to kill me, then they should be ready to be killed by me." Ding Hao grinned revealing a row of neat white teeth and said, "What's more, the hidden weapons manuals plundered from Dragon with one

Trinity growls, horn beeping loudly at the traffic. To start off, he saw Jean's entire past. He crash-landed on earth a hundred years ago, with wings as dark as asphalt. The moment he saw beings he immediately pulled out an ethereal sword and sliced through those poor people. Fast forward to the middle he had another crime, this time killing swans. Trinity couldn't fathom as to why he had to kill those ordinary beings, at first he could've sworn Jean was stacking abilities, from the nine aurums he killed the moment he landed on this earth, stacking is illegal. But then he murdered swans, Trinity doesn't know what went on in his head but he could've sworn, he made eye contact with the Jean fr

He shook his head. "Daniel Grigori..." He trailed on. I remained confused. He sighed and stood up straight. "I'm a fallen." "Fallen? You're an angel?" I backed away and dissolved into a puddle of laughter. My stomach was shaking now. "Oh-oh my God." I continued laughing and turned to look at my unconscious mother. "He's an angel." I told her, laughing even harder. The 'fallen' looked at me weirdly. "I have met a lot of weird and psychotic human beings but you, Dawn Turner, are by far the worst." I stopped laughing and glared at him.

“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.”

Hiss. Spier: Rather than someone…They are standing right here before you. Hahaha. Yes. We are the Fallen ones..The Twelve Constellations of Death who are responsible for the destruction of Worlds. WE ARE THE IMMORTALS OF THE HOLY GRAIL.

When we finally pulled up to the Evergreens, I practically bolted out of the car. "Thank you, Lucien. For the ride." "See you in the war-room tomorrow morning, Xender. 09:00. Don't be late." I didn't sleep. I spent forty-eight hours straight in the sub-level of the Evergreens, my stylus flying across the screen as I mapped out the 'Star-Fall' project. The work was my anchor. While the internet was exploding with the news of Tristan Blackmoor’s engagement to the 'Real Stormriven Heir,' I was busy building the weapons that would make their alliance irrelevant.

I take a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins. With a nod and thumbs up from my instructor, I jump off the plane, feeling the rush of the wind against my face. The freefall is intense, but I love every moment of it. As I fall, I look around me and see the stars twinkling above me, each one seeming to call out to me. I can almost imagine myself reaching out and gathering those sparkling gems with my own hands. Chuckling to myself, I imagine catching a falling star and putting it in my pocket, just like in a popular song.