Romans & histoires Books About Fallen Angels Romance

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

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."

I definitely do not want to be at the receiving end of his wrath, infatuation, lust or love aside. It had been a week since Emily was unceremoniously dragged out of my room, courtesy of Zander, and I had not seen her ever since. Nick was apparently within the castle walls as well. That was probably the root of his anger. I’d be mad too if the sister I loved dearly and who I thought was in school learning shit ended up practicing black magic and ‘tainting her soul’. I don’t know much about the witch realm, but black magic was definitely dangerous. I could see the fear and dread in Ellemea’s eyes and the worry in Prince Dante’s.

“That was a joke, sorceres girl. I guess you simply shove it. How should I know? It’s you sorcereses who keep Addict angels locked up and cruelly train them as if they need saving simply because they’ve become addicted to the joys of humanity. Although, admittedly, that risks them joining the ranks of the Fallen.” I blinked. “Imagine that I understand nothing.” “Ridiculously simple to do.” Mischief snatched my hair, at the same motherent that he slammed my hand onto the door. “Behind here, lies an angel who has done nothing worse than love humans. Merely by being on Earth, however, and outside Angel World, we angels slowly become Fallen angels. If I were to step outside the spelled protectio

Ana was sure he’d watched her hips sway all the way to the sitting room. It had her worried because it wasn’t just a sin, but a crime against the morals of the Throne and Vampiric Society. Crimes against the morals of the Throne and Vampiric Society were usually punishable by death. Because that went against the foundations and fundamentals of their society. What better way to destroy the empire than to destroy what they built it upon?

her change into a fine young woman. It was beginning to challenge him, especially the challenge was directed to his heart. Angels, especially guardian angels, are prohibited to fall in love with their charges. When that rule is broken, it would turn the offender into a Fallen and is forbidden to see the human forever. He of course doesn’t want that. He enjoyed Ysabelle’s company and friendship very well and doesn’t desire that sacred relationship destroyed. However, his feelings sorely tempted him from time to time... including this time too — especially in this very moment when he knew he was out of time.

she whimpered breathlessly. That was the only confirmation I needed. I crashed my mouth down on hers, kissing her with everything I had inside of me. Knowing that there would be no turning back after this. I would never be able to forget her. The sweetest fucking sin. The beautiful busty brunette, who’d turned my life upside down from the minute she fucking stepped in it. Rose. 22 ACE She tangled her hands in my hair, pulling me closer almost desperately. She never stopped whimpering against my fucking mouth.

Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his thick waist, my arms locking tight around his neck. He turned on his heel and carried me straight into the master bathroom. My mind was completely blank. It felt like he had cast a spell over me. The fear, the anger, the outrage—it all vanished into thin air, replaced by a dark, heavy haze of desperate lust. I couldn't think. I couldn't reason. I was completely lost in him. He carried me into the bathroom and finally set my feet back down near the large white tub. He kept one hand firmly on the back of my neck, tilting my head up so I had to look at him.

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.

“Relax, Ciara. Just obey me and be free. You’re going to like it. I promise.” My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my clit. Blackmail. Guilt. Arousal. They twisted together until I couldn’t tell which was which. “Teach me,” he said softly. “Show me everything you’ve been doing with him.” So I did. I knelt on the cold stone floor exactly like I had for Father Chris. My hands shook as I opened the repentance book to the next chapter. My voice trembled as I started reading: “I renounce the sin of lust… I reject every impure touch that pulls me from grace…”