The Fallen World Novels & Stories

the owner of all the creatures that crawl the earth' humans used to say, but in the stories that they told, this Goddess was killed by the god of mortals, and after that the monsters were expelled to the grave, a dark world full of pain, where they would live in agony as in a Purgatorio itself. Kalias believed that she was this Goddess, that her body was nothing more than a shell for this Goddess to hide, but if that was true, then what kind of person Alice really was? What kind of Goddess abandons her own and hides in the world of the creatures that condemned and killed her? Only the thought made Alice’s body nauseous, her arms locked, but a cry of pain echoed throughout the forest, a famil

"I had prepared this day...for you three. Passing the first obstacle...would lead you...to some other beautiful world that would suit everything about you. But as for you. Ruthlessness would then be my gift to you...for passing through it." I was still staggering impatiently but complained that I didn't comprehend the things he was dishing out. "On the other hand...you failed the first obstacle. Hell would be all yours" immediately after he was done with the word, that iration claimed my gut. "Don't.... you lay..." I was talking before those annoying laughter creeped out of him, and got high gradually. I halted my sentence earlier and forced roars out... angrily. Then, I didn't know how I mo

The world trembled on the brink of collapse. From the shattered heavens, crimson rifts splintered across continents like jagged wounds. The sacred lands of the Silver Moon Pack were the first to fall under a creeping tide of shadow as Valeborne’s unholy power seeped into the world. Once-vibrant forests twisted into skeletal groves, rivers thickened into black sludge, and an eerie, mournful howl spread across the lands as the realms’ fragile balance fractured.

“Look at yourself! Suspicious, jealous, and always imagining the worst. “You’re nothing like the thoughtful woman you used to be. You grew up on the streets, Clea. “You could never compare to someone like Fran, who has wealth and grace. “If you have the energy to make up lies, you’re clearly not that sick. “Stay home, reflect on yourself, and clean up the place before I get back. And don’t call me.” The door slammed shut behind him as silence swallowed the room. Then I felt a wet warmth between my legs. The life inside me was slipping away. With the last of my strength, I reached for my phone and called my best friend, Lina Lester.

You were never meant to bear my name. Images exploded behind my eyes—the Moon, full and white, shattering into fragments that fell like rain. A thousand wolves crying out as silver fire consumed them. The world reborn beneath a blood sky. I screamed and dropped to my knees. Julian caught me by the shoulders, shouting something I couldn’t hear. The light wrapped around us like chains, pulling tighter with every breath. Then, suddenly, it spoke again—not the Moon this time. Something deeper, rougher. Child of the fallen star... do you know what you unsealed?

The flickering lamplight cast long shadows across the room, mirroring the turmoil within Lena's heart. The evening stretched on, seemingly endless, as Lena remained motionless on the couch, lost in her thoughts and consumed by the rawness of her emotions. The tears continued to fall, each drop a testament to the shattered dreams and the love that had turned to ashes.

The globe didn't answer. Instead, it began listing... slowly... ominously: "Somberwoke. Thornreach. Trellmor. Alameldas. Draven's outer clans. Half of Eastern Wreak. Four wolf villages. And two minor kingdoms... ...all have fallen to Haspan Cosmoses." The table pulsed with sickly light. The witches tightened their grips. Because every name spoken meant another world swallowed. Another people lost. Another army under Haspan's fire. The globe glowed hotter-almost warning them.

“No. They’re in there. I can— I heard—” But Rhovan only smiled with a sorrow older than time. “You heard what it wanted you to hear.” Her blood went cold. The fused figure turned toward them, shaking, glitching, its mouth opening in a voiceless snarl. Rhovan lifted his glowing hand. And whispered the words that shattered her: “Elaria… that is the world learning how to lie.” She didn’t get a chance to answer. Because the ground ripped open beneath her. —and she fell.

Shattered glass. The world turned white. -

It was the whole world. Everything was splitting— Breaking— Falling apart— And the Shadow Heir leaned closer, voice soft and cold: “Caller… your world ends here.” And the cracks swallowed everything.