The Fallen Star Novels & Stories

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.

After crying for a while she wiped her tears and stood up with the help of her underarm crutches, gently opened the door to see Sophia, Joyce and others. “ Can't believe you cried Lena, you thought you were all that right?” Sophia scoffed. “ The almighty best flight Attendant fell from glory, what a nightmare!” Joyce burst into laugher clapping her hands in entertainment. “ And she leaps now too!”Another said from the back. “ What do you expect from a drug trafficker?” Sophia glanced over her shoulder and they all laughed.

Said his name was Rome. Didn’t let him in. But you might want to call him back. —V Meekey froze. Rome? He was one of the old crew. Back when things were dirtier, faster. He’d vanished not long after she was arrested—rumors said he either skipped town or flipped. Now he was back? And looking for her? She felt the hairs rise on the back of her neck. Drew was watching. And now, so were the ghosts. Meekey exhaled slowly and poured herself a glass of water. Her hands were steady.

"Let me do this. Please. It’s the only thing that makes sense to me now." Above them, the stars shimmered like the tears that fell freely from two pairs of eyes.

“Yeah, it’s me, I need a job done, fast. Off the books.” I turned, my arms crossing, my eyes narrowing as he paced, his free hand gesturing sharp. “Guy’s name’s Alaric—Fallenstar blood, my height, leaner, dark hair, scar on his left cheek. Last seen in the woods off the Fallenstar Castle, banged up, car wrecked. Find him, find where he’s holed up and where he’s moving to. Now.” He hung up, his phone slipping back into his pocket, his gaze flicking to me. “Description good?”

"It's said that when he first arrived on this mortal plane after his fall from the celestial realm, the Fallen had lost all memories of his previous life and existence. He was discovered by a small human village. He was a man with incredible powers and abilities yet a gentle, benevolent heart. So they took him in without fear, and he lived amongst them peacefully for years without ever bringing harm to a single soul." Enzo paused. "Eventually, the Fallen fell in love with a young woman from the village - the daughter of the family who had first offered him shelter and kindness all those years ago when he had arrived as a complete outsider, a stranger in their midst. He foolishly thought he c

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.

It didn’t matter in the face of death. My head jerked to the right, founding the blade glistening. Looking at him, my hand reached for the blade. One second, two seconds, three seconds… “When you wake up in the other world, you’ll be thanking me, Winter.” And I struck the blade to his face, eliciting a roar from him. Bang~ The door to my doom opened, and so many people dragged me like I was nothing. Their eyes scrutinized me as if I was a skilled killer. A scream echoed throughout the path. Gone was the respect in their eyes. What I am now is just a fallen Luna.

she didn’t know it. The opaque eyes stared at her with a certain surprise and a little indignation, it was almost as if he screamed in her mind 'how dare you not know my name?', but still, he replied. He responded in a cold and troubled way, as if he did not present himself to another being... for millennia. "Kalias" he said with a husky and heavy voice "I am Kalias, the fallen alpha of montdust". Kalias. The name seemed to resonate in the mind of the girl, Kalias who came from Kalos and meant... beauty.

I’m wearing boxers and nothing else, and I’m still covered in grime and dust. How am I here? I look down at my bloody hands, blood that isn’t mine. Blood that belongs to a man I can no longer call the Grand Wizard because he’s dead, which makes me… Fallon is sitting on the storm-swept beach watching the sunset. Her hair lifts off her shoulders in a calm, warm summer breeze that’s not my doing. The air feels lighter somehow. The clouds drift high overhead, revealing the first stars blinking into existence against a pale periwinkle sky. The sun drops below the horizon, casting its final rays in shades of crimson.