The Fallen World Novels & Stories

But they weren’t always that way. Dead Worlds were worlds that served the stage for battles amongst the gods. These were worlds that were once thriving and brimming with life, but had been destroyed after constantly hosting the wars of powerful gods and Origin Artefacts. These were worlds that failed to survive during the Chaotic Era. One of these worlds was Alr. Alr was more desolate than any other world in the universe. There wasn’t a patch of grass or a well of water in the entire planet. It was the true definition of the word barren.

the voice continued. The world trembled, a brilliant light bursting forth as the Destroyer fell. The light coalesced into a towering, crystallized white barrier, its surface etched with intricate patterns that seemed to shift and writhe like living serpents. The barrier pulsed with an ethereal energy, its presence both captivating and terrifying. As the world slowly healed from the wounds of war, the Divine Being vanished, leaving behind a prophecy: "The Destroyer will return, and the world must be prepared to face its darkness once more."

"It's just, this is the only world I have ever known, and back in the bunker, I would hear the rebels' stories of what life was like before. Before the chimeras came. Before every day became nothing more than a fight for food and water." "Yeah," I reply, still checking the tents for any resources. "Sure." "Stories about blue sky and sunlight," the package goes on. "About not having to wear a mask all the time or having a gun with you." "Okay kid," I say, turning to face her. "I got it. You're curious about what life was like before. Let me save you some time. It was a hell of a lot better than it is now. Now do me a favor and shut the hell up. And hurry up, Drifter is probably waiting for us

Azaliah watched in horror as heaven fell into an uproar. She had seen this before, angels screaming and yelling, Michael barking commands at the other angels, structures falling and collapsing and speckles of golden dust littering the air. She had seen it all before but this time, it wasn't just in the walls of a temple, it was real. She was living it.

I twirled myself on the leather office chair, thinking of a strategy to cash in an important business deal. Unsuccessful, I stood up and moved to the glass window that overlooked the skyline of New York City. I felt powerful being up here, where I saw everyone like tiny ants. Where I felt invincible in the horrors of this world. A loud bang on my door snapped me from my thoughts before someone barged into my office. “DON’T YOU HAVE— “I started shouting, only to turn to see my father. Embarrassed, I began, “F-father I-I thought you were…”

“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.