Book About Fallen Angels Romance Novels & Stories

Because he was taller than her, reaching it would be a problem. “Who told you that? And where am I supposed to be?” the Fallen looked down on her. “The angel told me. I don’t know, you were supposed to be fighting the Bellua or something?” Amilia was still trying to reach the book to no avail. She was just small enough for him. “Don’t believe everything he says. Some of them are…” the Fallen didn’t finish what he was supposed to say. “Are what?” Instead of answering her, the Fallen only gave her the grimoire. He tapped her on the shoulder and looked somewhere. When Amilia followed his gaze, he was looking at the whirlwind forming somewhere. It doesn’t look good.

I sat back against the wooden wall, the sea breathing steadily beyond the window, and the soft breeze blowing my long hair. I closed my eyes and reached inward, careful, deliberate. I did not start at the beginning. I could not. The first page still burned. I started from the middle. That was where she wrote about love. The fallen angel, Corin came first. She wrote of him like a miracle that fell from the sky. He lost a wing for her, literally and willingly, and never once blamed her for it. He chose her before he knew what she would become.

Azel exhaled a sound between a sigh and a groan quiet but raw enough to tell her exactly how deeply he wanted her. He pulled back just enough to look at her. His golden eyes were burning. “Mara,” he whispered, voice shaking, “if we continue nothing about me will remain angelic.” She touched his cheek, guiding him back toward her lips. “Then let me be the one you fall for.” This time, he didn’t hesitate. His mouth met hers. And the world shifted. Slow. Warm. Hungry. Electric. The first kiss of a fallen seraphim gentle, worshipful, but edged with the promise of something far darker.

My body arched against his, but I couldn’t match his rhythm. Across from me, Mira was crying out too. Her golden angels touch was blowing her mind, pleasuring her in ways that she had never felt before. I was so tangled between Shame and pleasure and I could barely tell them apart. Then the storm outside, thundered loudly in the room, as lightning flashed inside the dome. But all I heard was breath and moans, and all I felt was fire. The dark angel leaned into my ear again and he whispered. “You see? Falling is not pain. Falling is rapture.”

That is every embarrassing detail of their encounter in that little cabin. There were so many things she’d questioned in her life, and this never was one that she’d been aware of. Why would the Moon Goddess and Fate do this to her? She made him in accessible to Ana. A crime to be with the vampire made for her by Fate and the Moon Goddess. It wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t it have happened to Tatiana? Ana wanted to see Tatiana hold back her needs and have to make a choice like she did. Really? Did she get to have a choice? Things happened, and she’d not had enough willpower today no longer.

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

He leans down and kisses me gently, the complete opposite of the rough fuck we just had. When he pulls away from me, he is smiling. "Okay, now that we've gotten that out of the way, we should find some answers." He states as he pulls a chair of for me before sliding into one himself, grabbing the first book from the pile. "This is one of the first books written about Demonology. It's said to contain information dating back to the first demons and fallen angels." "Okay, so what are we supposed to do, read it?" I ask as I try to open the dusty old book, making a face when it won't open."

Shadow raised her head to smell it, her big brown eyes curious, but upon finding it to be nothing other than frustrating ideas, she resettled. It had seemed so easy at first glance. Audrey and Ray had fallen in love once; I knew they could do it again. I had buzzed through my shift, sprinted home, and hopped on the computer for research. Fast forward two hours and I had no results. Everything I found was either too complex or too reminiscent of “The Parent Trap”. I had no idea how to get these two people to fall in love, let alone how to get them in the same room. My balloon of hope and excitement was quickly deflating, reality a slow leak sinking it. My phone chimed, and the noise startled

So what stand beside us isn’t at human appearance anymore. Curse of Fallen that what we call it. When we can’t hold our own desire and be honest about it. There appear a animal part on our body. Except me and Hana. Whilst i’m got reincarnated unto this place my race is Incubus, while Hana race is Fallen Angel but at other place is called Succubus because instead of Bat wing and tail it got a Crow wing. So Elder of Hana race call themself a Fallen Angel. The most interesting is there’s no Male on their race so. It got Succubus as the other name.

' Ethan smiled as he looked down at his hands, where he'd peeled the label off the bottle again, this time somehow managing to peel it off in one piece, his fingers tearing a shape out of the thin paper. 'It's a story about one of their own,' he said. 'The first Angel to fall. The first one to question. The first one to defy. The one who started it all. It's a Gospel, but not one that was ever going to make the final cut. The book is the Gospel of Lucifer.' I sucked in a breath, felt my stomach flip, my muscles weaken. I stared at him, was unable to take my eyes off him. When I spoke, my voice trembled. 'Why did your parents have that book, Ethan?'