The Fallen World Novels & Stories

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

I didn't know why but out of all the boys in school, my heart decided to fall for The Decadence of The Fallen's "Ice Prince" and lead vocalist. A nobody falling for the most popular boy in school had to be the greatest cliché of the century. A sort of cosmic joke that the universe decided to play on a mere mortal like me. And everyone in the whole universe seems to be laughing but me...

“Accountability for what? We stopped the unmaking. We rejected the Want. We gave Agnes to hold this world together.” The presence shimmered, and the fracture widened, revealing glimpses of other worlds—not possibilities, but realities, each one crumbling under the weight of their own choices. A world where Rowan had fallen to vengeance, his blade dripping with blood. A world where Aelira had bowed to the goddess, her eyes empty. A world where Selene had never merged with the Veil, and the realms had burned. A world where Elyra had embraced exile, and the shadows had won.

Those wings looked scary, at least in Reiji's eyes, not that he would voice it out loud. "Fallen Angels are Angels that have fallen from the grace of God due to having "impure thoughts" that divert them from the teachings of the God in the Bible. The leaders of Grigori were tempted by human women and had fallen after having sex with them. And despite being cast out of Heaven, Fallen Angels can still use the power of light." - Akeno explained seriously to the men, they just paid attention. They were shocked, they didn't know about that except for Reiji because of family circumstances.

I stood up and he wrapped his comforting arms around me. "Dylan, my mom is gone. She's gone. What am I going to do?" I cried my heart out. It felt like my whole world had crumbled. What was I going to do without her? "Hey, it's going to be okay. It's going to be fine. We are going to get through this together." Dylan said as he rubbed my hair. I could feel him shuddering, his breath was uneven, as if he was trying to stop himself from crying.

It didn’t matter in the face of death. My head jerked to the right, founding the blade glistening. Looking at him, my hand reached for the blade. One second, two seconds, three seconds… “When you wake up in the other world, you’ll be thanking me, Winter.” And I struck the blade to his face, eliciting a roar from him. Bang~ The door to my doom opened, and so many people dragged me like I was nothing. Their eyes scrutinized me as if I was a skilled killer. A scream echoed throughout the path. Gone was the respect in their eyes. What I am now is just a fallen Luna.

She drew her hands out and let out another literal earth-shattering scream. The little ground left that I was floating above crumbled beneath me, falling down to the depths of the Underworld where our kind resided. I was too far away from her, and she was definitely stronger than me. She just opened up a portal straight to the Underworld, and if I didn't stop her, this wouldn't end well.

Jessa’s hands were unsteady as she reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from Clarissa’s pale face, her fingers trembling with the weight of grief and desperation. Clarissa, who had once been a beacon of life and joy, was now still—her eyes closed, her smile gone, her vibrant spirit snuffed out by an unfathomable tragedy. The cruel hand of fate had stolen away someone so precious, someone who had fought for love and freedom, someone who had stood up against an evil that sought to crush them all. Jessa couldn’t understand how it was possible. The pain was too raw, too real, and it seemed like it would consume her if she allowed it. The world had become a darker place without Clari

She was just hoping at the back of his mind that her parents would not kill her lover for good before she could marry him. Selaphiel the Fallen opened her right palm. On cue, a black swirl emitted from it and an ax immerged. Stained with the disparity of the Nether World, its once regal form in line with nature had become dark – screaming with an intent to kill to those that crossed path with its blade.

"No. You're descendant of a fallen angel." "Same difference." The girl popped in a fry into her mouth. She seemed pretty much not bothered about the fact; she had just been told that she was a child of a fallen angel, but she acted like it was news like every other. Actually she didn't at all believe a single of it. She knew very well they existed good and evil in the world but not like Sariel had described. She'd heard of God and Satan. She knew by heart the stories of the bible. But what he was saying was making no sense at all to her.