The Fallen Star Novels & Stories

~What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling What if I'm down? What if I'm out? What if I'm someone you won't talk about? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling~ -(Harry Styles) Falling --- --- --- --- --- --- --- Stefanos: I watched out from the large expanse of my window, as the curtains fluttered with the soft breeze singing outside the walls of the tower. The view of the garden outside was magnificent as always with a few flowers missing here and there.

"He's great! He's talking about opening a small shop. A bakery. Can you believe it? He hasn't worked in ten years because of his heart. Now he wants to bake bread. He told the neighbors his son is a genius beta-tester." "See?" Ren said, gesturing to Tank. "We're doing good work. We're building lives. Now, let's focus. Admin just dropped a new contract." He pulled up the mission dossier. It wasn't a dungeon. It wasn't a city street. It was the void. QUEST: OPERATION STARFALL TYPE: Zero-G Assault / Sabotage. LOCATION: Orbital Defense Platform 'Aegis-7'. OBJECTIVE: Destroy the Alien Signal Jammer. ENEMIES: Void Marauders.

One born from a thief One who's lineage was stolen from birth Conflicted souls that would always cross the other's path Star-Crossed Souls whose paths were now twisted through deceitful hands Only one thing can declare the outcome One cannot survive without the other Only when the thief falls shall peace reign once more Upon a shining star Hope shall linger through a Holy Point Sleeping from within the depts of a lake Lies a will In the end Someone must always take the fall

They turned inward, pointing directly at the Grandmother and the shimmering portal she had opened behind her. "Mia! CLOSE YOUR EYES!" Elara roared. Elara snapped her fingers. The Star-Fall didn't hit the city. It hit the Grandmother. A pillar of absolute, blinding holy fire slammed into Broad Street. The sound was a roar that silenced the world. The Grandmother let out a shriek of disbelief as her own weapons tore through her "perfect" form. But as the light began to fade, Elara felt a sickening pull in her chest.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

Jasmine went flying into the basement falling down the stairs from the drawback force. Gabriel could sense she was in trouble and bit through the pain of lifting himself up. It was as if The Almighty himself was giving him strength because the Guild member holding him down looked worried as to how he was able to move him. A blast came from the corridor blasting through the walls as if a bomb exploded. The drawback knocked the Guild off of Gabriel then, causing him to worry for Jasmine.

Having a broken heart around you is a blessing. A person with broken pieces always knows how that feels. They always try and protect hearts. If you have someone like that in your life, keep them at all costs. ( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`) — Mehak Gupta *plays Echo in the bg* ~~~ × ~~~

" Emeralda snarled as loudly as she could to drown their calls. "Oh, just give up on the tough act, honey. Lay down your weapons, open the door, and do this hospitality thing again, okay? Welcome us inside, take a good shower, and then wait in your room. If we're satisfied with your 'service,' maybe we'll have good reasons to leave all of you alive!" A short, fat man chimed in. He was the leader of The Fallen, Fallen Mole. The mob erupted into laughter. "That's right! Make us feel good, honey, and we'll let you go!"

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 can’t stop it. I… I want it. Even if it’s dangerous.” “Good,” he said. His smirk deepened. “Because desire… obsession… they are not to be denied. And you’re already tangled in the flames.” I wanted to resist, wanted to pull back, wanted to breathe in safety—but the fire had me. My thoughts scattered, my pulse thundering, every nerve alive. Then came the moment I had feared: a slip, a clue I wasn’t ready for. A folded note landed at my feet, damp from the fog. I picked it up, trembling. The words were sharp, precise: