Books About Fallen Angels Novels & Stories

A powerful one. "Is that...?" Verenya whispered. I watched the falling light twist and spin toward the earth, glowing with heat and glory and sorrow. Feathers burned to gold. Grace unraveling in a firestorm. A fallen angel. Falling... not randomly. Falling toward Seralyn Keep. I smiled slowly and glanced at my sister goddess. "Interesting," I murmured. "Another piece on the board." Verenya arched a brow. "Yours?" "Oh no," I said, smirking. "I haven't touched the angels in centuries. This one's falling by choice."

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

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?”

I was ensnared, caught in a web of desire, danger, and temptation that only he could create. “You’re… dangerous,” I whispered again, chest heaving, pulse roaring. “And I… I want it anyway.” “Good,” he said, smirk tugging at his lips, eyes dark and magnetic. “Because I want you too. And some things… some flames… aren’t meant to be resisted. They’re meant to consume.” Even as he disappeared into the night once more, leaving me trembling and breathless, I knew the truth. I was already lost. Consumed. Falling, fast and reckless, for something that could burn me—or burn me alive in the most intoxicating way possible.

Andrew stops in his tracks and stares at my angel. Her eyes are glowing and the air picks up around her. The whole area around her is filled with electricity. “If you want me, come and get me.” She growls. I see him smirk and start walking towards her. All of a sudden she lifts her hands and they all fly up. They fall back to the ground as plants start growing everywhere. I hear bones breaking as the wolves are forced to shift back. She is forcing them to shift. That shit hurts. Andrew rushes her but she sends a ball of fire at him throwing him back against a tree. The others have no idea what to do and they decide that fleeing is hte best option. A couple of them grab an unconsciou

Angelic Demon episode 14 A phone call interrupted the sad atmosphere. They were all sitting on an arm chair in Roderigo's room. Hands on their cheeks, tapping their feet closely, they were too worried to go home. There is a killer on loose. This was not there first time working overnight so it was not a big deal to them. The last time they worked overnight was when an antique was stolen in a museum. The collected who reported the incident got killed as well as other people. The investigation lasted for months and they all lost something very valuable to the killer. The thought of losing again made them shiver.

“We don’t even know where in Venice they are,” Angel scowled at him, her cheeks beginning to grow hot with embarrassment at her own excuses. “There’s only one place a runaway fairy would go in Venice,” Layon responded. Angel’s stomach clenched because she knew he was right. Though she’d never left Silverdale, she was well aware of many other supernatural communities thanks to her learning at the university. It didn’t take much to guess where Chris would have taken Reebah now that they knew a general location. “I have a job to do,”

I became a fallen angel because I chose to be by his side, and not because I mentioned the fate of humanity," he said solemnly. "But then why do you still have an angelic magic? Shouldn't you have lost this by falling to earth? The others who went to hell lost the angelic magic and became receivers of a sin, in addition to the minor demons who, despite being angels, also only possessed the magic of the owners of their corresponding territories. How does this issue work in the sky?

He placed both hands on the table, leaned forward, and whispered a cursed word I never wanted to hear from any members of my former pack. “Please, Dante.” Desperation flashed on Luca’s face. I could even see how his eyes turned a bit red. “All of us miss you. It’s almost ten years, Dante. Don’t you think it’s time for you to give us a chance to atone for our sin?” Countless rotten memories surged in my mind, from my fourteen birthday, which was filled with so much blood, the dark and damp prison, and to the time I was dragged like I was nothing but an evil beast who would ruin everything.

The only way to truly make them understand was to show them, to unveil the full, terrible truth of what he truly was at his core. "Any of you remember the old tale about the first immortal to walk this earth?" Enzo's deep baritone rumbled out. "The one also known as the Fallen Angel...or the Fallen God, as some ancient civilizations called him?" All three of them - Seven, Killian, and even Meredith - nodded slowly in recognition, clearly familiar with the story that had been passed down through oral traditions and tattered tomes over the centuries. It was said that the first true immortal, the being known as the Fallen Angel, had been cast down from the heavenly skies after a vile betrayal o