Books About Fallen Angels Romance Novels & Stories

With a final, deep plunge, he came, groaning against her skin as hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, spilling deep into her core. Lena shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her in shuddering waves, milking every drop from him. They lay tangled together, breaths mingling, the aftershocks still pulsing between them. Jason's cock softened inside her, but the heat lingered, promising more forbidden nights ahead because once you've tasted the devil's kiss, nothing else will quench your thirst.

Lucas shivered, pressing harder into him, the air leaving his lungs in a ragged moan. He could feel Ryan’s desire against him, hard and demanding, and it made his own body ache with lust for this man. “God, Lucas…” Ryan’s voice broke against his throat like a moan. His mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of wet heat along his collarbone, down to the edge of his chest. Lucas arched back against the lockers, his breath coming fast, head tilting back to give him more.

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 know that even if I banish you, you’ll find a way to return... to take back my sons. So I’ve prepared this, to make sure that never happens. This is my final punishment for you.” As soon as he said those words, he vanished. His entire presence simply disappeared before me. I clenched my fists tightly. Then, out of nowhere, my attention snapped toward the window. Luna Ravina had appeared. “Angelicca... Looks like they have to send you off sooner than expected... But I will add something to the punishment... Thank goodness I wasn't late for this..." I didn’t hesitate. I rushed toward her with full force but just as I was about to reach her, a sudden burst of black light exploded from the cr

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.

And as the shadow disappeared from the darkness, an angel appeared before Damien. Probably not. To be precise, a fallen angel with his neck, hands, and feet bound by black chains. And the black wings on his back that were burned by black flames. Damien had seen that figure in a mythology book. Yeah, it can't be wrong. The man standing before Damien was ... "The Fallen Angel, Lucifer," Damien said spontaneously out of his mouth.

And Heaven help me, despite being on my period, that sound makes me grow wet instantly. "Oh, Angel," he breathes when the laugh dies, his voice thick with something feral. "You're being a very bad girl." I pout slowly. "Am I?" I whisper. "Are you going to punish me, husband?" His pupils dilate again. For one second I see the real Azren behind the haze. I see his hunger, guilt, and desperate need. Then the glitter snaps back. He leans in closer, his lips hovering over mine, not touching.

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.

He is a tribrid with blood on his hands and a heart he refuses to acknowledge. He saved her once. Now he wants her in ways he shouldn’t. She sees the angel buried beneath his darkness. He sees temptation he cannot afford, because loving her means defying an arranged bond to a notorious dark Alpha… and unleashing the violence he barely keeps contained. When desire turns to obsession and his past comes hunting, one truth becomes unavoidable: Angels rarely ever survive this cruel world. They fall. And when they do, they burn everything in their wake. Will they be able to survive the ugly tempest? Or will they fall into the abyss of desire? ….. See you soon!!!!

We all turned toward him. “This,” Uncle Lucifer said, his voice resonating through the room, “is a genuine copy of one of the Seven Books of the Fallen.” He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “This particular tome belongs to the realm of Wrath.” Uncle Lucifer said as I felt the room atmosphere stall at his words. The Seven Books of the Fallen were legendary, whispered about in hushed tones among angels and demons alike. “But there’s a catch,” Lucifer continued, interrupting my thoughts.