The Man Who Fell To Earth Novel 소설 & 이야기

A paper book rested in his hands while multiple surveillance feeds played silently across the large screen before him, displaying views of both the interior and exterior of the bunker. After the Frostfall, without the burden of work, his life settled into a steady rhythm. He had grown fond of reading. Some books had come from the library. Others had belonged to Severin. The one in his hands now was "Ordinary World" by Lucas Wayworth. Reading it in this era carried a strange weight. The ordinary days described in its pages were gone forever. The ordinary world itself now lay buried beneath endless ice and snow. Yet one thing remained unchanged. Human beings, resilient by nature, would struggl

Maya looked. There was no sky. Not anymore. Manhattan was hanging upside down above them, a skeletal ruin of gray stone and broken metal pinned against a ceiling of churning amber clouds. They were standing on the new skin of the Earth, a world of bone-trees and violet rivers, while the old world rotted in the rafters. "We're in the core," Maya whispered.

I jolted awake, the pain from the fall still sharp in my body, but the ground beneath me felt different. It wasn’t the cold, stone floor of the chamber where I’d fallen. Instead, it felt warm—almost soft—and there was a strange hum in the air, like the earth itself was alive.

"Help!" A large chunk of earth left the ground, rose high in mid-air, and moved to position itself above the men. They all looked up as it eclipsed the sun, casting a dense shadow on them, gracing the hearts of the men with the terror that was about to come. The chunk of earth began free-falling, descending fast, threatening to bury the men. They couldn't move. They were broken from their initial attack.

Reaching out to my purse, I grabbed my phone and turned it on, typing against the keyboard as I searched for the name ‘Vincenzo. As expected, thousands of people showed up on the screen with the same name. But among all, a tall huge man who looked exactly like the said Vincenzo who came over and shook my Dad to the core, caught my attention. My fingers hovered over the screen and I pressed the information related to him. Slowly, I read through the information and with every line of words about him, my heart began to hammer loudly in my chest and my eyes pooped widely with every sentence and words I read.

I sat in the chair nearest the door because sitting nearest the door felt like the right instinct, and I waited, and the house waited around me, and nobody spoke. Then the front door opened. The man who walked in was tall, not as tall as Damien but close, with lighter colouring and a face that shared certain features with Damien's the way different editions of the same book share a cover. You could see the connection if you were looking for it. The jaw, the set of the eyes, the particular way he held himself like he had grown up being told he was important and then at some point stopped believing it. He was maybe thirty. He was wearing a jacket that had been expensive once and was not anymor

“I fell in love with a man I shouldn’t have in the first place. He fell harder and refused to let me go and for a moment in time I thought that was enough. It didn’t matter whether we were both from different worlds because our love was enough. Turns out our love ended up being a poison to my mate and his people. I couldn’t stay in my mate’s world; war broke out and treaties were made. I was stolen from his arms by my people and brought here to my world.” I lift a brow, that cocoa getting stuck in my throat. “What do you mean here?” “You can feel it, can’t you? The air, the people, I’m sure your wolf is confused. My world, this world is called earth and we are in New York, where I live, wher

Just coming in from outside should leave something. As I look down at my clean white clothing, I remember that I am no longer on Terra. I was carried into the Celestial Realm. There is no dirt here, no soil. This is a world above the clouds, far removed from the mud, rocks, and sand. Thinking of this reminds me of Primus and his mud men. He would not be able to make them here. He’d be almost powerless in a world without earth. Could he survive someplace like this? Even if we had managed to get everyone beyond the gate, would he have simply faded into nothing?

The armored man said with furrowed eyebrows in the meantime, “It seems that he has found us.” The woman fell silent for a short moment before she said, “He’s very intelligent and my interest in his future has piqued.” The armored man nodded ever so slightly upon hearing that without commenting further. Meanwhile, many people showed up around Zayn. “Look, it’s him! Fuck, the dude is actually still alive after falling from a great height?” “That’s him! He’s still alive! How is that possible?!” “It’s 1000 meters at the very least, right? Even if he’s at his peak performance state, he’s going to be smashed into a pulp, right?”

He began to slide, hitting the ground hard. He wasn’t about to give up, though. Assuming Daunator was behind him, he readied his Beretta and fought with everything he had to regain his footing. He managed to scramble to his feet and to turn around to face his assailant, but the monster wasn’t there. And then, the ground was gone again. But this time, it wasn’t a matter of sliding down the mountain side. The ground opened up like a giant mouth, like an opening to another dimension, and then he was falling into black, void, nothing. Reaching out to steady himself against what he could only assume were cave walls had no effect. Try as he might to stretch in every direction, his hands never made