Book About Fallen Angels Romance Novels & Stories

The guilt that I'm the reason she's dead gnaws at me, so I speak, trying to avoid it. "But I thought it was dangerous for angels to be in the underworld? Like their body rejects it. At least that's how my mother explained it in a letter." I ask him "For long periods of time, that's true for other angels, but she could pass through just fine when I marked her. The issue was the pregnancy, pregnancy is very, very rare in angels, and their bodies require a perfect environment to sustain it. She couldn't very well have a safe pregnancy in the God realm, considering she was hunted for her union with a demon, and her father was determined to kill you." he says as if he's told the story a hundred t

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

Those wings looked scary, at least in Reiji's eyes, not that he would voice it out loud. "Fallen Angels are Angels that have fallen from the grace of God due to having "impure thoughts" that divert them from the teachings of the God in the Bible. The leaders of Grigori were tempted by human women and had fallen after having sex with them. And despite being cast out of Heaven, Fallen Angels can still use the power of light." - Akeno explained seriously to the men, they just paid attention. They were shocked, they didn't know about that except for Reiji because of family circumstances.

I carried it to my bedroom, curiosity tugging at me, urging me to see what lay within its pages. My eyes landed on the cover. It looked ordinary—aged, perhaps a little worn, but nothing unusual. I flipped through the pages, skimming over illustrations of angels and demons, their worlds coexisting in an unnatural harmony. At first, everything seemed straightforward. The book explains their differences, their roles, and their nature. But then, my fingers stilled on a particular page—one that made my heart skip a beat. An angel and a demon had fallen in love. But their love was forbidden. They were being torn apart, their worlds never meant to intertwine.

At first, I assume he will stay quiet, but when he turns around to face me and glare at me, little fireworks of pride go off in my chest. He pokes his finger right where I feel the fireworks as he growls. “Angels don't sing, you moron! Angels are so much more than flying fucks and pretty wings. And since you won’t shut your trap until I tell you, here’s the information you’re trying to get – she’s not dead; she’s fucking lost. She’s lost because I keep messing up her way around here. Why you’d ask? Oh, that’s simple. That’s because I’m the fallen one she’s looking for. But there’s this tiny detail. I didn’t fall. I escaped.”

Once the door closed behind me, I leaned against it for a moment, my breathing still unsteady, but clear enough for one realization to hit me. I’d fallen too deep for a man who didn’t even see me as someone worth thinking about. “Good job, Angela,” I whispered. “You might’ve fallen for a man who will never be yours. You’re just… a part of his life. Something he uses. And leaves whenever he wants.” “What are you? Stupid? Desperate? Or do you really just enjoy being hurt?”

It was too late now. Fuck. What was it about this girl that had me feeling like a teenage boy again? Her hair is like dark obsidian; her eyes are like jewels. Her skin is like sweet honey, and her curves are enough to make any man come undone looking at them. She has the body of a fallen angel and breasts that make my mouth water. You know you want to. Just look at those perfect lips, Lucifer groaned, and that sweet, sweet smile. Taste her. Just a little taste, he urged, see if her mouth tastes as divine as you imagine it to. One taste that’s all.

Arsen’s heart was beating twice as fast, and his body felt hot and cold. The overwhelming longing he felt after not seeing her for over a month, made him want to pull the girl in front of him into his arms right away. He wanted to release all the longing that was clouding his mind. Suddenly, he forgot that just a few hours ago he had asked Claire to be his girlfriend. His thoughts were instantly distracted the moment Rose stood before him with a gaze that made his blood race.

“Gabi? Hon?” It was all coming back to her now: being grabbed from behind, lifted clear off her feet. Trying to loosen the arm around her throat that was squeezing all her breath out of her body. The foul whispers in her ear, telling her what The Fallen Angels were going to do to her before they finally took pity on her, and killed her slowly. As soon as she heard the name of the MC, she knew that she was in even more trouble than she’d first thought. The kind of trouble that she was now positive only one man could help her with.

His voice was low and I found myself nodding immediately. "I just wanted to know what happened; I don't know why I tried to touch your hair." I tried shrugging the awkward tension off and sat up straight on the couch. He straightened his posture as well, without breaking eye contact with me. "Since you're curious, there is a time that comes every year when Fallen Angels get reminded of their sins and the reason behind them falling. It's a punishment given to us to be reminded of what we did wrong and the consequences that followed our actions.” That sounds tough but it does make sense. He continued, “We don't only get to remember the accident, we also have to feel every single emotion we fel