When These Walls Come Tumbling Down Novels & Stories

“You’ll never be free. You’ll only learn to live behind these walls.” Her knees buckled as she spoke, “Vincent, she’s right. I’m already behind them…I can feel them pressing against me.” The mirror circle closed in, shards grinding together in the dirt, sparks flying as glass scraped against glass. Vincent stepped in front of her, shielding her with his body. His claws flexed, dripping blood. “I’ll tear down every wall. I’ll carve a path through them,” he said. Camela's voice trembled. “What if you can’t? What if they’re not just walls…what if they’re part of my skin?”

For the first time, the walls of her lies crumbled. She knew at this moment she was ruined. TBC

And just like that— The last of my walls cracked. And this time, I wasn’t sure I could rebuild them.

"In an online blog, I saw somebody comment that Metamorphosis is just a more readable version of the greek gods being Nymphomaniacs." Ken spluttered instantly and coughed a few times, feeling his windpipe close up. Monroe's eyes widened before she burst out in giggles. Roy too—who was maintaining a good seriousness to the situation broke into a low grin. "What the.. is it true?" Monroe asked from between giggles.

We lie there in the afterglow—sweaty, sticky, hearts pounding in unison. Three nights down. Three left. Antonio is cracking. But so are the walls we built around our hearts. And when those walls finally fall… None of us may survive what spills out.

The staunchly immovable walls of Alliance holding steadfastly despite the tremor which passed through them. Allen rushed down its winding maze of interconnecting halls amidst a sympathy of noise. The wall of sound almost as impregnable as the Alliance walls, he could no longer distinguish his hurried steps beating against the tiles nor the pounding of his heart as it throbbed heavily in his chest.

Marcus urged, ushering everyone ahead of him, glancing back constantly to make sure no one fell behind. We finally burst out into open air, the compound's eastern exit depositing us into a rocky clearing just as another violent tremor shook the ground beneath our feet. I turned back in time to watch the main structure begin to crumble in earnest, sections of wall folding inward as the foundation gave way entirely, a century of secrets and suffering swallowed in a matter of seconds beneath a rising wall of dust. "Everyone's out," Isolde said, counting heads frantically, her voice climbing with each name. "Elena, Lucien, Marcus, Alaric, Mireille, Edric, Evelyn, Chloe. And."

It means demolition. The song continued in my head. The lyrics ghosting over the flashing light. The King sits high in his tower of bone, The rats sit low in the dark alone, But fire eats the stone and the bite is light, And the heavy walls fall down tonight. The walls fall tonight. That was the message. Not a rescue. A breach. I looked at Viggo. He was still kneeling beside me, his warmth a sharp contrast to the cold dread filling my veins like ice water. He was watching the light with the confused intensity of a dog watching a magic trick.

⇼ A L I S T A I R ⇼ The bricks of the wall behind me start to cascade down in a cacophony of thuds and cracks. In a puff of smoke, the entire section of the wall crumbles, taking down some of the guards standing on top of it, sending them crashing right on the ground.

When the Walls Came Crashing Down Back in the city James once paraded like a king, the luxurious mansion that used to host lavish parties, expensive guests, and ego-driven extravagance was no longer the envy of the neighborhood. The once-manicured lawns were overgrown, the driveway empty of its luxury cars—sold off, piece by piece, to appease the vultures that circled closer each day.