The Fallen World Novels & Stories

“Then what is it?” Lucian turned. “Old. Something older than her. Something that built the prophecy in the first place.” Finn stepped in front of Fia. “You’re not touching her,” he said. Lucian’s eyes snapped to him. “This isn’t about touching anyone, kid. This is about the end of the world.” “I don’t care!” Finn shouted. “She’s my sister!” The runes flared again. “THE DESTROYER WILL RISE.” “ALL WORLDS WILL FALL.”

The actual person underneath. Someone who hurts people without meaning to. Who makes them doubt their reality. Who leaves them broken. Is that who I'm falling for? Or is that just who he used to be? I don't know anymore. That night there's a show. I shoot it on autopilot. Not really seeing. Not really present. After, Lennon finds me backstage. "You okay? You seem off." "I'm fine." "Sloane." "I said I'm fine." He studies my face. "Something happened. What happened?"

scenarios. The floor dropped away. The Descent into the "Analog" World They weren't in a "Gilded Cage" anymore. They were three human beings, falling through the freezing Alpine night, wrapped in a single, tattered thermal parachute. The world below was dark. The "City of Stone" was gone. The "Chronicle" towers of New Geneva were silent, skeletal husks against the snow. There were no blue lights. No "Data-Nodes." No "Audit" frequencies.

“Then let the world burn.” THE FALL The Deep shattered. Silver light erupted violently, ripping through space. Reality screamed. Above all realms, a single decree thundered: WAR HAS BEGUN.

The parking lot was empty except for a few cars, mine no longer among them since last night. I stood there for a second in the cold, waiting for Stella to pick me up like she'd promised, and let myself feel it for just a moment. The exhaustion. The fear. The tight, useless anger at a world that kept asking more of me than I had left to give. Then I shoved it down, the way I always did, because falling apart in a parking lot wasn't going to save my sister and it wasn't going to get me through camp either. Stella's headlights turned the corner a minute later. I climbed in without a word, and she didn't push me to talk, just drove.

His wolf claws reach out for me and Colby was quick to push me away from his reach. I stagger back and fall back to the shattered window and like those slow motions acts, I watch things escalate. As I fall I see Shawn and Colby killing Ambrose's men in their wolf forms viciously. I avert my gaze to the beautiful sky above and wonder when will I be in peace. As I am falling I call out to God. 'I am falling' 'your humble servant needs you' 'Please save me 'Save me from this world' 'take me ' 'I am falling'

Jasmine started to fade before she could continue. Gabriel waited in front of the throne on his knee bowing to the Almighty as he felt ashamed. Yet another soul was regained and the earth now was out of balance and corrupted by one person. One measly woman. His fists clenched and he contained the anger from his lips as he spoke. He had never been so humiliated. “No need to feel humiliated, my child. There are certain things in this world that you do not understand.” The Almighty replied, in a blanket of warmth surrounding Gabriel, not at all upset as he thought The Almighty should be.

Sylvia gave an innocent look towards the group, making her seem being wronged by Blake Three. “Claire is taking the stage, so to speak. Let’s listen to what she has to say.” Blake Three said, changing the subject. “Thank you all for coming. I want to inform you all that there has been a breach on Earth and many other planets where the Upper Realm had released many to cause damage to the people and bring them closer to the church for salvation. A Fallen had orchestrated this with the help of the Upper Realm’s Guardian of the Heavenly Tribulation.” Claire said, and when she spoke of the Fallen, many of the Phoenix women looked toward the newly arrived women, and one slinked back, alarmed by th

[Xanthea] The prince nodded. “After your mother fell from paradise, a divine prophecy was made for Ruhna,” he said. “What prophecy?” I asked. “The fallen will shape what the heavens expel; A soul will ascend from the depths of hell. In darkness, for shadows and flickering lights. The wolf spirit will recover all her might. Abandoned and forgotten by her first flame; She’ll find a flare that burns the same.” The prince paused before he continued, holding my gaze. “To create a neo-world and its story; the fallen blood will reclaim its glory.”

The bubble of reality around them shrank, the screaming chaos pressing in closer. Figures began to form in the vortex. Vast, shadowy shapes of impossible geometry. Eyes of cold fire. Wings of shattered glass and smoke. They were not fully in the world yet, but their presence was enough to warp the air, to make the stones of the chapel bleed black ichor. The Fallen Pantheon was arriving. “See?” the man Kael whispered, his eyes wide with fanatical joy. “See their glory?” Lyra was sobbing, her hands over her ears. “Make it stop! Make the bad song stop!”