Angels And Demons Novels & Stories

“Zale Lionel Helmer” has turned completely devil after his wife’s death. Soft feelings which he has in his heart for his closed one have gone now. Only a cold and deathly devil is hunting for his Prey every day. His soft nature which he holds deep inside him is death along with his wife. “Tara Helmer” is the same sweet innocent girl who believes everyone. She doesn’t know anything about her past life. She doesn’t know that is an angel for a devil.

"Actually…something more specific. What books have named demons in them?" The shopkeep lowered her glasses to eye me incredulously. "You're writing a paper about demons?" "Something like that." She shrugged. "Look at shelves eighteen, nineteen and twenty. Any book that says demonology or mentions fallen angels is a good place to start." "Fallen angels?" I echoed. "In Christian theology, the first demons were fallen angels. Depends on who you ask." I looked away from her to the stacks. "Oh. Okay. Thanks." "Anything else?"

This is Book Two of the Demonic Angels Trilogy, this book will not make sense unless you read ‘Alpha’s Fallen Angel’ first. Thank you guys for reading and for all the support! Aylin is by far my favorite character of mine, so I’ve been looking forward to this book for quite awhile! Enjoy :)

The poor girl had a chance to leave me to my ruin, but she decided to stay behind and help me fight my demons anyway. I rubbed my eyes vigorously. I could be out there, stopping Jeremy from exhuming my parents. But, that was a topic for another day. I took one last glance of perfection at myself in the mirror, and left the room to my first reaction of hell. —-------------------------------------------- Angel’s POV My feet surpassed one another as I brisked to my car. I hopped into my seat, and shut the door strenuously. My hands on the steering wheel, I blew out a huge puff.

I ask uncertainly. “Yes. The offspring of humans and angels.” “I know what they are, Mara… I’m just not so sure they exist. And I have never met angels or demons.” “Doesn’t mean they don’t exist,” Mara says. “Have you met all the gods?” “No. Of course not. There are too many of them.” She nods. “So… if there are gods, it stands to reason that there must be angels and demons. In the human bible, demons are evil creatures. Do you think they’d help the good guys?”

I ball my fists. He gets up to introduce himself. “I'm Justin.” Fine, fucker, I'll play along for now. She would be seeing my fucking cousin. Fucking angels look like models with flawless skin, light eyes, and perfect hair. While we demons tend to have darker features and a lust for tattoos. Angels are the quaffed elite, while demons are rugged bikers. However, besides appearances, there are many differences between angels and demons. Demons are loyal to a fault while angels are our polar opposites until they find their mate. That's why I'm going to revel in taking his player ass down. “Damon,” I reply curtly. That fuck knows he's just using her, and I bet she

I sprang up immediately, realizing this wasn’t my home nor anywhere I was familiar with. Then, a little girl ran into the room. Angel. The same girl I had saved last night. My confusion only deepened. Why was I here with her again? A man in a wheelchair wheeled himself in. I had seen him yesterday, though I couldn’t recall exactly when. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” I blurted quickly as he explained how he had found me and brought me here. I hurried to put on my shoes, ready to leave. But then Angel tugged at my hand. She held up her tablet. On it, words appeared:

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

Laurent didn't voice that he was amused by her, he had experienced girls falling over him but not resist his charm like she tried to. That was new. But not for long. Rules were for the Angels who reside up in heaven, he was a fallen from the land of sinners. Who would stop him?

A flash of the dark silhouette shot through her mind as she started to google the image trying to describe it. There was nothing on the website that was similar to what she saw to give an explanation. Hope was almost lost until she saw an article that stood out to her. She clicked it, becoming intrigued. A woman claimed to have seen Angels and demons. Surprisingly the article wasn’t calling her crazy, but it instead explained how the war for souls between Angels and demons had been raging in another realm, the celestial realm. People who had gifts were said to have eyes in the celestial realm, regular people called it the sixth