The Fallen Star Novels & Stories

She chuckled a little, and scratched the back of her head, probably regretting how she had said it to me the first time so carelessly, but I didn't wanted her to feel bad or angry with herself because of that, because I wasn't some kind of boss that would fire her because she disorganized her words, so I held her hand and tried to tell her that I was alright, cause deep down I really was so fucking happy that she didn't like me anymore, cause it was have really being super awkward if she still did, but before I could say anything to her, she firsts me to it "I think....I think...ugh...I think I've fallen for someone else" She looked at me in the eyes in a scared, confused, frustrated...God,

Hey guys, I want to thank everyone that was with me throughout the journey of this book and i appreciation you guys for supporting me even in my inconsistency. I want to use this medium to announce that Fallen Apart has finally come to an end. Yeah, it’s a bit heartbreaking to close the Chapter of Aria and Dave forever.

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

“We won’t,” Ferris said. “We’ll face it. Head-on. But we need to understand what we’re fighting first. Gina’s plan is much bigger than we thought. This isn’t just about revenge anymore. This is about unleashing something ancient.” The door burst open suddenly with a loud bang that sent the war table shaking. Jackson came in, breathing heavily. “There’s more,” he said. “A star fell.” “A star?” I echoed, confused. “It came down like fire, right into the Ruins of Vaelven. The sky turned red as it landed. The scouts are saying it wasn’t a star—it was a sign. Something’s been opened.”

“But it doesn’t hurt.” He reached out, touching her cheek. “Perhaps this is what it means to be part of time.” She leaned into his touch. “To fade is not to vanish. It’s to become memory — to live inside everything you’ve touched.” He smiled, his fire trembling with emotion. “Then you will never fade entirely.” --- The Falling Star That night, as the Blood Moon watched in solemn silence, a single star broke free from the heavens. It fell slowly, gracefully — a streak of silver cutting across the sky.

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

A celestial entity fated to fade every fifty years. A falling star. A fallen star, whose descent grants desires—a cosmic dance of wish-fulfillment that unfolds without fail, an intricately woven performance that defies time. Just as I fade, I am reborn—a tapestry woven anew. This cycle persists, relentless as the march of time. Humans, like stars, bear the burden of mortality. Born to perish, stars and beings alike. We explode, we fall, we rise—our existence a catalyst for dreams, our descent a catalyst for hope.

Rain hammered against the ruined train cars hard enough to make the metal groan. Nova Reyes tightened her grip on the rusted crowbar in her hand as she climbed through the narrow opening between two collapsed seats. Water dripped from the ceiling onto the back of her neck. The flashlight strapped to her wrist flickered.

⸻ The Fallen Celestial slowly released Victor. ⸻ The Blackthorne heir crashed against the ground violently. Coughing. Gasping. Barely conscious. ⸻ Black veins spread across his neck. Across his face. ⸻ The corruption was growing. ⸻ But nobody looked at him. ⸻ Nobody cared. ⸻ Because something impossible had just happened. ⸻ The Fallen Celestial took one slow step forward. ⸻ Its enormous body towered over everyone. Yet somehow—