The World After The Fall Wiki Novels & Stories

Ten years had passed since the sky broke over the Sea of Salt. The "Rainbow Fall" was no longer a terrifying memory; it had become the central epoch of the new calendar. In the year 10 A.R. (After Radiance), the world did not look like the one the First King had envisioned, nor the one the Golden Queen had policed. It was a world of Movement.

“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.

In that moment, I felt genuinely fortunate to still have a retreat, a solid foundation to fall back on. Then my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. As if possessed, I answered. The blast of club music screamed in my ear, along with the wild, drunken howls of a crowd. I frowned, ready to hang up until a familiar voice slurred through the chaos. Clearly drunk, Dario shouted, “To hell with marriage! To hell with family! I’m free now—no one can control me! Damn, it feels so good!” Around him, a chorus of jeers and cheers erupted.

“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.

Even though it happened just over 1000 years ago, in which one of your planets was destroyed, in which everything ended due to conflicts and nature took its toll. Nuclear war broke out on Earth, leaving few human survivors. With the consequences, in which they destroyed, with the barriers between the kingdoms. Yet the kingdoms of Ruandar, the kingdom of angels, sank. Same as the realm of Hell when it was destroyed, in which the angels fled their home and founded New Ruandar, this time isolated from the human realm. In time, the New Ruandar and Earth re-established a tentative era of trade, and it was so, and then the descendants of the angels retreated once again, unifying the realms with th

The letters curled and formed elegantly across the black stone: Professor Claymen. Then he turned and gave a small smile, his voice deep and smooth. “Welcome to Eidolon Academy. I am Professor Claymen, and this is Magical Theory and History. I assure you, we will get to the magic…but only once your brains are properly armed.” A few students groaned. I smiled. Professor Claymen clasped his hands behind his back and began to pace slowly. “Let’s start with the event that shattered our realms, the Fall of the Pantheon. Roughly one thousand years ago, the divine balance of the world was upended when the Pantheon of gods was…slaughtered.”

James intervened and easily defeated the Extraterrestrial Demon, Laird, who had invaded the deepest part of the Tribulation World. This battle led to the collapse of the Tribulation World. Afterward, Gurgen took action to stabilize the collapsing world. “Mr. Gurgen, can you leave now?” James asked. Gurgen promptly withdrew his hand and responded, “In the cultivation realm, strength is supreme. I dare not accept the title of ‘Mr’.” James smiled. Gurgen sighed, “Guarding here for countless ages, I feel reluctant to leave.”

"Fuck off half-breed!" I grunted, pulling my scythe from the dying body. The creature lay there, his eyes boring into me. It had been a terrible fight, the likes of which I hadn't had for some time, which was thrilling and yet somehow saddened me, to snuff out the very being who had brought me such joy. His lips turned up slightly, his eyes, as blinding as the sun met mine. So this was a son of Shamsiel, former guardian angel of Eden and aid to Uriel, the fallen angel who taught the signs of the sun to men. You could tell by their attributes, Shamsiel's descendants possessed eyes that could blind you, thankfully most of us had special gear to negate any of the Nephilim's known attributes. M

She said with a look of disappointment on her face. “Because I intend to conquer the human world and you can't gain loyalty by instilling fear in them." Lord Ericson replied as he stared at her while she scoffed. “You—you intend to rule over the likes of President Waller by gaining on their trust? You have seen how stubborn the human leader has proven to be, Ericson." She said and stood up. “You have no idea how absurd your goal sounds. I will not sit back and hear you spill such nonsense" She simply added before she turned around and walked out even when the rest of the council pleaded to her to return.

Eva, Jo, and their allies stood as beacons of hope, inspiring future generations to embrace diversity, build bridges, and rise above the forces that sought to divide them. In the aftermath of the cataclysmic clash, the world fell silent. The once-mighty temple now lay in ruins, its ancient walls reduced to rubble. Smoke and dust hung heavy in the air, obscuring the scene of the final confrontation. Amelia, the last flicker of defiance still burning within her, struggled to her feet amidst the debris. She gazed around, searching for any sign of her fellow Ascendants. Coughing and wiping dust from her face, she called out their names, her voice barely audible amidst the desolation.