The Fallen World Novels & Stories

I stumbled. The world tilted. I fell.

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.

" 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.

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!”

"If you're referring to that type of non-human, then, yes, there are. But, they've been banished and lived in the Shadows of Worlds. We call them the Fallens." "The Fallens..." Jennet mulled alone. Could Helena be one of the Fallens? Then, she asked her husband. "Can you elaborate more about the Fallens?" Hue pondered for a while, trying to recall the lessons he remembered about the Fallens. Then, he began, "Well, the Fallens were once benevolent deities but they strayed from goodness. They were associated with those from the Dark World," he explained. "Does that mean they have the face of snakes?"

A feeling that tore me apart, broke me into pieces, and made sure there was not any single remains left A feeling that no fucking amount of shitty "Sorry" could ever heal, a feeling worst than any kind of pain, you name it: Gunshot, stabbing...This feeling like a wolf was the "Ultima", and it was this same poisonous feeling that got mixed into my blood, and turned the remaining part of me into a living dead, a demon, anything that was bad and wrong, you name it, and made emotions become nothing to me The demons in me made love become something so far away, something that couldn't be found in my dictionary, something so unreal that the word "Love" looks like nothing but a lie...well it was, t

I'm so sorry, I regret it, I shouldn't have agree to this. I fucked up again. I could feel it. That wasn't an apology. ‘’Listen rowan, I don’t give a fuck about you or your stupid relationship situation or what so ever. Don't drag me into your shit and certainly don't carry me to your bed. Don't even come near this room when you are drunk or out of your mind. So Rowan, you and your bullshit can go to hell. The door is over there and open, you can certainly make your way , I’m sure you can.’’

King shook his head. “No. You made things possible.” Lena’s chest tightened. Michael muttered, “This is a damn cult.” King chuckled. “Not a cult,” he said. “A transition.” Jessica’s voice was barely a whisper. “Transition into what?” King studied them, then exhaled. “The next world order.” Lena’s stomach dropped. Jessica’s face paled. Michael swore under his breath. King smiled. And then— The cathedral exploded. Lena hit the ground hard, her ears ringing, dust filling her lungs as the ceiling collapsed in on itself.