Vampire Fallen Novels & Stories

You’er Father was one of the Fallen’ Sensing my confusion she decides to explain. ‘The Fallen are the group of angels that left heaven, not wanting to be controlled or restricted by the laws of God. Vic as he goes by, fell in love with your mother and had you. When you were born, your father knew he had to protect you, not only from the other Fallen but other wolves and humans. When I say you are special Lizzy, you really are’ I sit up actually intrigued now.

There were many effects a Fallen could give to the person it haunts. The last time Mona had read about it made the person became overly crazed to the point they had devoured their own family flesh by flesh. The true reason wasn’t told and it was hard to compare the case with Dominic considering the person was a human and he is a werewolf.

And the demons were nothing but ashes, and down she fell and collapsed. The morning sun had set, and so was the heart break endured from the fallen. Alisa in tears plucked out the knife from Williams still heart, his body turned to crack and like roasted, just the way vampires die. Lucy and Abel's body were laid next to William's. And for Julian, the dagger in him was no ordinary, from where he was stabbed dark substance emanated spreading to every part of is body, and Willow sobbed bitterly holding him in her arms. Suddenly, Anna showed up before them but couldn't rejoice from her freedom, instead sought to help out.

On the ninth day, the veil lifted. And only one figure stood. Drakonios — wounded, blazing, breathing heavily — dragging the star-beast’s skull behind him like a trophy. He had won. But his eyes held no joy. Only silence. --- By the fourth month, the vampires began to fall apart. News of Velmorra’s destruction spread faster than fire. What was once a confident alliance turned to panic. The vampire king, Lord Askarien of Noctherion, retreated to his ancestral crypt, gathering what little power remained. He summoned blood mages, cursed spirits, and nightbound relics to fortify his stronghold.

“You don’t even know me.” “You keep saving me ,” I say. “That’s enough for tonight .” The stained-glass windows explode inward . Omaras (face shredded from my claws, still bleeding) and Sorrel drop through, followed by twenty elite vampires in black armor. “Found you,” Omaras growls, touching his ruined cheek. “This face is permanent, hybrid. I’m going to wear yours next.” Adrian steps in front of me, blade out . “Over my dead body .”

Honest to god, his expression turned unreadable in a matter of seconds. Vantae stood a step back from Scarlet, fist clenched. He was fighting the urge to tear Scarlet away from Jamie. It was strange to feel that way for someone in a few hours. He never considered the idea of being around a girl romantically. Not when he had the angel from his dreams buried deep into his nerves. "Fucking hell! I guess I know how it feels to be around her. Scar's presence is like her's—" Vantae snapped out of his daze at these thoughts. The irritable feeling that he had earlier dissipated as he watched Jamie step away from Scarlet. His gaze shifted between the girl and his best friend, senses tuned out. Scarle

Moon growled, and his fur bristled. “May I request that you retreat inside the house?” Mischief called from the roof, when Anthony’s wings burst wide. “That’s no grandpa but a…” The vampire broke the treeline, stalking across the lawns go to me like this was his mansion and I was the one squatting in his garden. Yeah, that’s the third thing that you learned when you were born into the House of Heights: Vampires were real but were actually Fallen angels locked in a civil war with the original angels, making them our enemies. Honestly, sorcereses collected enemies like empty wine bottles.

Recommended song: **Let You Down (Instrumental) By NF** The shallow breathing of Calista stopped the moment she whispered her last words to Leevon. Her face turned pale, and lips carried a tinge of purple. She was a vampire, and now… a dead vampire. Soon, her mortal body would either away in the wind. The night was retiring along with the moonlight and the moon that witnessed this epic love, betrayal, and hopes, marking the onset of the morning sun.

But tonight, there was something different in his gaze: something softer, more vulnerable beneath the storm, a flicker of something I hadn’t seen before. “You made it,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “Even after everything… the fire, the lies, the obsession.” “I had to,” I whispered, breath catching. “I can’t stop. I… I’m already lost. Completely.” He stepped closer, heat radiating from him like a living thing. “Good,” he said, dark smirk curling. “Because some flames… aren’t meant to be tamed. And some hearts… aren’t meant to survive without surrender. And you… you’ve already surrendered everything.”

Her eyes, two glowing orbs of malevolent power, stared unblinkingly at the figure kneeling before her—Lord Draven. Draven, once a powerful and feared vampire lord, now looked like a beaten dog. His normally imposing figure was hunched, his head bowed low in submission. His plan had failed. Despite his careful preparation, his meticulous execution, he had not succeeded in killing Lara, the Luna of Tribiano. Worse still, Magnus had discovered his deception before Draven could strike. Now, he was back in Thana's dark domain, awaiting her judgment.