The Fallen World Novels & Stories

Is there any way out from this hellhole? *****

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.

[The Architecture of Ruin] The weight of his fingers bruising my hip was the only solid thing left in a world that had dissolved into a sea of absolute, screaming crimson. Sitting on the lap of a god who no longer knew how to love me, I realized that the cage hadn’t disappeared when the Spire fell—it had simply expanded to enclose the entire human race.

He looked down at the world below. It was nothing like Heaven. Cities rose and crumbled and rose again. Creatures loved each other and destroyed each other and grieved and celebrated and screamed into the dark. Every single one of them messy, breakable, desperate. Nothing about them was perfect. Everything about them was alive in a way that made his chest ache with something he didn't have a name for yet. He wanted it.

💥 Silver light flooded the room. Everyone turned. And froze. 😨 A figure stepped inside. A familiar figure. Tall. Covered in silver armor. Ancient symbols glowing across his chest. ✨ The Keeper. 💀 But something was different. Very different. His armor was cracked. His face pale. His eyes filled with urgency. 🌙 “The city is falling.” ⸻ 🌙 The Crack In The Sky Outside— The giant crack above the Forgotten World continued growing. 🌌 Reality itself was tearing apart.