Novel & Cerita Books About Fallen Angels

' 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?'

she said. "Yes." "What you are." "Yes." She was quiet for a moment. Then she began. She told me what she knew, which was more than anyone else had ever known to tell me. That fallen angels — the name itself was a reduction, she said, a simplification that missed the actual nature of the thing — were not fallen in the sense of having been cast out or punished. They were chosen to descend. Sent into the world for specific purposes, in specific times, carrying specific capacities that the world needed and couldn't generate on its own.

“Wait, don’t tell me yet. Lemme guess. You have a boyfriend?” “What?!” “Its cool...is he a Thalorian?” “Why on earth would I date a fucking Thalorian?” “That's the only thing I can think of that would get you like this,” I reach out and take her hand in mine. “Its fine of you are. I will totally support you. Despite what people say, Thalorians can be good....I’ve met one of them and he is an angel.” Sera grimaces and pulls her hand back. “No, I’m not dating a Thalorian. And they are monsters, all of them. The one you think is an angel is probably the worst of them all. But...that’s not what I wanted to tell you.”

But the ache remained, heavy and constant. For Nora, it was the ache of exposure. She had let herself trust, let herself fall—then felt the sharp sting of judgment and scrutiny. For Jaden, it was a different ache entirely: the ache of caring, deeply, for someone who might not stay in his world long enough to be safe from the chaos. Meanwhile, shadows from the past began creeping back into their lives. A girl named Selene rumored to have been Jaden’s first heartbreak had started showing up again. Whispers suggested she wanted him back, that she was plotting or waiting for the perfect moment to reclaim her place in his life.

He forced himself to hold her amazing eyes, to give nothing away with his own. The truth was that The Fallen Angels were into all of the above – and a fuck-ton more. And that was just what Warren knew about. He suspected that Ace and Nails kept lots of things under wraps and just between them.

The tentative truce may be over. It may well be all-out war. Again. And as Mirrie knew damn good and well, The Fallen Angels didn’t mess around. When they went to war, they laid waste to their entire world. They went after their enemies, without mercy or restraint, and they didn’t rest until those enemies were pulverized to dust, until they were literally blown off the face of the planet. Their capacity for rage knew no bounds; their thirst for revenge was never quenched; their lust for blood was never slaked.

Around her, the gathered Fallen in the courtyard felt it too. She watched their faces, the ones who had crossed into the Abyss across the weeks and had found in the palace a place that finally fit the shape of what they actually were. The Seraph whose six wings had learned their own colors. The Cherub whose precise intelligence had finally found a purpose it had chosen. All of them receiving the same tremors she was receiving, all of them watching, through whatever specific channel of perception their transformed natures had developed, the systematic unwinding of everything that had made Eden's three weeks of becoming possible. Their faces were etched with the specific grief of beings who un

“I’m going to the bar now. I let Beckah do what she wants most of the time. I don’t even need to help her torment people, it’s a good contract. You should make one like that.” With that parting line, Azrael phased out of the human world. Caiden knew where he was going. In the basement of the demon castle, there was a bar exclusively for higher ranking demons. If Azrael spent a lot of time there, it explained why he had never met him. “He’s gone...” Caiden said. Encountering Azrael had knocked the wind out of him. Clara sighed in relief and gulped down her orange squash. Caiden guessed that she was looking for a sugar boost.

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."

Squeal in the pain. Shadows and complete darkness by the lack of moonlight. There were screams, growls and at one point - Alice can’t help but wonder, hidden under the covers - how much of that was true? 'The goddess of the moon, the lady of the shadows... the owner of all the creatures that crawl the earth' humans used to say, but in the stories that they told, this Goddess was killed by the god of mortals, and after that the monsters were expelled to the grave, a dark world full of pain, where they would live in agony as in a Purgatorio itself.