The Fallen World Novels & Stories

In order to keep the world running as it should, no one could know how it all worked. There were plenty of rumors, but no one ever bothered to find out. It didn’t matter what the Ten were… they made life good. There was never a reason to question or worry. Until one curious, stupid little boy changed everything. One child was the downfall of our world. So much was lost, perhaps forever. The Ten are scattered. Dead, sick, captive… no one knows for certain. No one… except myself, and the desperate handful of people taken into the Ten’s confidence, working to save the world.

" He added. He stood by a corner of the palace which had little windows. As he peeped out of the window, he saw the strangest thing of all. It wasn't the city on fire, it wasn't human torment, was the pack of hounds, rushing through the fallen camouflage of Eregdrix, and this was the downfall of the realm, with Eregdrix existence intertwining with earth's existence as an open realm, the world will fall.

“And it remembers the last time collapse occurred.” Rhea’s voice trembled. “There was a collapse before? Of the Heart?” “Of the world it governed.” Adrian’s breath hitched. “You mean—another civilization?” “Many,” the creature said. “All tied to the Heart. All fallen. All forgotten.” The chamber dimmed. The pillars shifted. Scenes of destruction flickered around them—cities dissolving, skies fracturing with signal storms, beings of light fading into nothing. Mara’s hand found Adrian’s, gripping tight. “Why show us this?”

Kael retorted. The final surge hit. Kael vanished beneath a mountain of black, crystalline energy. The light reached a blinding, impossible intensity, washing out the darkness of the subterranean cavern. Then, the world shattered. Above them, the palace floor groaned, buckled, and disintegrated. The weight of the kingdom, the weight of the history, the weight of the sins of the council—it all plummeted into the abyss. Julian leaped, his fingers catching the edge of a hanging chain, his body swinging as the world beneath him fell away. He clawed his way into the sewer tunnels, scrambling through the darkness, his breath coming in ragged, painful gasps.

“Fourteen years. That earns you something. But Drew? He’s got people now. Real people. You start sniffing around, they’ll notice. And they won’t care who took the fall.” Meekey smirked. “Let ‘em notice.” “You trying to get revenge?” She shook her head. “Not revenge.” He looked at her a long moment. “Then what?” “Balance.”

“And what is it you’re creating?” I ask curiously, gathering information for Alexander. “A new world,” Lucas says. “One where werewolves are in charge instead of lycans, where we don’t have to fear them anymore.” I bite back every retort that who is in charge won’t solve that, unity will. And making sure werewolves are no longer afraid isn’t enough. No one should be afraid. Werewolves and lycans alike. Instead of answering, because I don’t trust myself to do so while fully keeping up my ruse of demure compassion and forgiveness, I take one of the pillows from the bed and clear off a space on the floor.

"No way. According to Beastfolk tradition, we're supposed to be completely loyal to the one who saved us. No matter how they treat us, we're bound to endure it. If we break that ancient rule, we'll face severe punishment. How could he do that to you?" I gave a bitter smile and shook my head. "I don't know either. And what do you mean by 'severe punishment'?" "I'm not sure. I only know it's really, really bad." "I see. Forget it. No point thinking about it now." I pulled Blazewing down with me onto the couch. "The heatwave apocalypse is almost here. Shouldn't we be preparing something?" We thought about it. Air conditioners wouldn't help. Once the apocalypse started, the power and water syste

Ajal spoke those words sadly, and strangely enough… I felt a sudden wave of regret, frustration, and sharp pain rushing through my own heart just from hearing about it, as if I were feeling the echoes of their suffering myself. "What exactly happened to them?" I asked unconsciously, the question slipping out before I could stop it. He moved closer and placed his arm gently around my shoulder, looking down at the city lights below us before speaking again. "That angel paid the highest price possible for his disobedience and his love," he recounted slowly. "His beautiful wings… they were cut off completely, severed from his body as a punishment. He was rejected from the kingdom of light and th

Nikolas states. I nod at him and I close my eyes trying to focus on my angel. All of a sudden I am in the back of a van and I can see both of them. They are tied up. I hear a voice telling me to focus on any scents or sounds besides the obvious. I slam against the back of the van when it suddenly stops and the side door is thrown open. There stands Andrew and some guy. I know it is not Morrison but I have no idea who he is. Something catches my attention. It is a twisted tree and it is different from all the rest. That's when I smell the scent of apples. I must have said it out loud because the next thing I know I am back in my office and Dreston, Nikolas, Xalen, Zharten, and Thale

He placed the popcorn bowl on my nightstand and straightened up. "Angels have a lot of powers, as you might've already seen." I nodded. "Our powers are dominant over evil but devils also have powers. Not greater than ours, but still significant. A fallen angel is a mix of both. He has the power of all the angels and the power of all the devils mixed together. It's what makes him so powerful." So that's why Zach told me he can't defeat Alexander easily. I motioned for him to continue, "Fallens have been trying to take over heaven for centuries now but they were never able to because no matter how strong they are, God is even stronger. And if you trust God, he will protect you, just like he pr