The Fallen Star Novels & Stories

He snapped his fingers. Cameras rolled out from the shadows. Red lights blinked on. “Welcome, everyone,” Mateo said loudly. “Tonight’s broadcast: The Fall of a Noble. Live on Fallen Angels.” My breath hitched as the rogues crept towards me. I knew what was about to happen. “No,” I said. “Wait.” Rogues rushed me. Hands grabbed the bathrobe. It tore easily. I was stripped bare in an instant. There Rogues were like animals, they wouldn’t stop till my body was broken and abused.

“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* ~~~ × ~~~

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:

POV DARLENE The fall from the Celestial Spire was not a descent through air, but a plunge through the dying echoes of a civilization. Around us, the silver city disintegrated into a rain of metallic glass, each shard reflecting the violet star that had become the eye of our new, broken sky. As we plummeted toward the Wastelands of the West, the gravity of the Spire’s null-zone finally snapped, replaced by the crushing, visceral weight of the Goddess of Scorn.

“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.

" 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!"

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.