Unscramble Falling Novels & Stories

He couldn't possibly have kept track of anything. "Eleven," Leo said, leaning close to Archer's ear. "We almost finished up a 12-pack box. Wanna guess where the 12th one is, hmm?" The cold aluminium foil was then pressed against Archer's lower stomach as Leo slowly inched it up his body.

“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.

The room erupted in shock as soon as the words were out of Reuben's mouth. Then, there was a loud crash—Mom had collapsed on the floor. The wail of an ambulance siren wound around the high-rise buildings. Reuben got in with the medical personnel while the Gray family members sent off the guests and reporters. Marcus stood alone, his eyes bloodshot and wide with shock. Beside him, Janae seemed frightened by his reaction. She shook his arm and asked, "Mr. Gray, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"

I asked in curiosity. "I saw you? I saw you, you were scared. There were these shadow man, but I can't remember anything else. Sometimes pieces of it come back to me in my sleep." He jumped over the fence, reaching his arms out to help me. I knew I wasn't gonna make it over, I took one step up and slipped, the wolf coming behind me to catch my fall tingles rushing through me as I gripped his fur causing him to grumble.

another person shouted with great urgency. I tried to turn around so that I could run toward the center of the set where the ground was stable, but the ground where I was standing suddenly broke apart. The edge of the cliff disappeared completely. I felt my body falling through the air as the world tilted. It was a terrifying feeling. I was falling very fast toward the sharp rocks below. I tried to scream, but I could not make any sound because the air was being pushed out of my lungs by the force of the fall and the sheer terror. I felt the cold wind rushing past my ears and the sight of the sky disappearing above me.

“I’m fine.” The cold night air hit her as she staggered outside. The world tilted beneath her. She was falling— Until she crashed into something solid. No. Not something. Someone.

Falling was not an action. It was a surrender. The white corridor shattered into fragments of light and glass, breaking away beneath Ronan’s feet as if reality itself had decided they were no longer worth supporting. Kiera screamed his name inside the mindscape—raw, panicked, endless—and the sound ripped through him harder than any physical blow. Ronan tightened his grip around her without thinking. The world tilted. Then dropped. They fell through layers. Not downward in a straight line, but through—past rooms that peeled away like half‑remembered dreams. He saw flashes as they plunged:

Not chaotic, but certain. I was falling, slowly, unexpectedly, and beautifully. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t want to stop.

The stone floor loomed closer, an unforgiving surface that promised nothing but pain. As she fell, Hara’s mind raced with a frantic clarity, each moment stretching into an agonizing eternity. Her legs, weakened by shock and fear, gave way entirely, and she was propelled backward through the chilling air. The fall seemed endless, a nightmarish journey that culminated in a bone-shattering impact. The collision with the floor was brutal and immediate. Hara’s body hit the stone with a jarring force that sent a violent tremor through her entire frame. The sickening crack of her head striking the ground reverberated through the cold night, leaving her dazed and disoriented.

Hit the nerve, watch the body flail, trace the reaction back to the brain. Instead, the reaction had come from below their feet. The ground had shuddered, a whole section of road caving into a pit just shallow enough not to kill. The fall had broken formation, cracked armor, disoriented. Nets had snapped up from the rubble, woven from old cabling and repurposed cargo mesh. Not killing nets; catching nets. Corralling. A voice—calm, amplified from somewhere unseen—had echoed through the dust, repeating one phrase in three dialects: