The Fallen Star Novels & Stories

Nathaniel continued making us understand why Saya warned my wife to be on guard. “Gladly, war ended, and peace was restored despite the threat kept lurking around the shadow." Saya smiled before adding something more about Lady Ceres. "Another thing, Celestial Ceres Aspire-Marshall might be known as the Great Fallen Rogue, but it was the only thing she had. She's blessed by the moon and the highest heavens, making her invincible.” “That’s why I need her, honey. We need her to control Sonia if she turns into a fallen.” I heard my wife’s determined voice, making me sigh.

I nodded and replied calmly, "That's right. Mom and Dad have set up jobs for us in Borrengate, so we'll get engaged once things settle down." "Caleb Jacobson!" Faye snapped. She then suppressed her outburst to avoid catching anyone's attention, though her expression was absolutely livid. "Who allowed you to make arrangements for my future, Caleb?" She stormed off in a rage, and once the group was stretched out thin, she led the way at the very front, dragging Xavier along with her. I lagged behind at the tail end, making idle small talk with our classmates. It wasn't until dinner at the buffet that evening that Xavier spoke up at the table. "Haven't you guys ever heard of the Perseids meteor

“This one… it’s different. It’s from outside.” Zara folded her arms, the movement stiff. “You’re telling me there’s someone else writing the future now?” “Not someone,” Elira said. “Something.” They gathered in the chart room, where the dome ceiling reflected the night sky in perfect miniature. The Hollow Star burned there too, a black ember at the heart of the constellations. Zara pointed to it. “If this is real, if it’s more than an omen, then we need to know when. What does ‘fall’ mean? Death? Defeat? Or—”

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.

"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.

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.