City Of Fallen Angels Book Novels & Stories

Casie: "Ok but why they stay in the den? They are still angels. Aren't they suppose to stay away from demons?" Amy: "As you can see there is light everywhere in Angelina. The sun never sets here. So Angelina does not have night and dark angels practice dark magic and need darkness around them. Demonalia Den is the place where there is no light. There is darkness every time." Casie: "Ok I get it. So dark angel do not come here." Amy: "No there were occurrences when demon and dark angels have tried attacking Angelina and so for that, we have to be prepared and so you need to take the training session seriously and the best angels than becomes archangels."

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

“Our Alpha has a mate, a Fallen Angel which he is able to keep finding in each new life, new shape she takes. One time when she was killed, she was able to rally the others of her kind. A lower sect of angels called The Watchers.” I was leaning forward, rapt. Certain that somehow this is how it all pertained to me. “Okay…?” “They descended from the sky in series of falling stars.” He sighed. Thunking the bit of wood to the side table and rising to pace before the bed. “We tried to track them but there were so many, and they were falling so fast…” I gave him a patient look. “We tracked the ones we could and tried to protect them.” “What exactly are they.”

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

“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."

As if she’s been looking for me for a long time. I looked at Tania and she was crying. I looked at Divina who was watching at their front door and she was shocked about what was happening. She is in a panic and she doesn't know what to do. I know the Doctor is a fallen angel that was left after the battle. The last one standing among fallen angels. Who is pretending to be a doctor? I don’t want her to hurt Tania or Divina. That is why I tried to call my black smoke to help me but they are not coming out. I don’t know if she can control it not to come out while she is holding my arm or it is not coming out because it is not real, but I am Isaac. The angel of death. I looked around again and I

The city of Bakunawa. When he turned the page to three hundred seventy-eight chapter eleven, he saw what he was looking for. The eleventh city that once ruled the entire realm. The land that was swept away and was forgotten by some. A place where the tragic rain of meteors destroyed a powerful lineage. The city of ‘Faith’. Ten minutes reading the said book, Dye displayed a weird grin on his face. A smile that sent shivers to his own people.

I paused for a moment to build up the strength to tell her that I'd slept with him. “Look, Selene, there is something I need to tell you,” I looked up cautiously into her eyes. She smiled back at me with understanding, and I furrowed my brow in confusion. She then replied, “No need Freya, if you were about to tell me that you slept with Azael, then there really is no need. He is a fallen angel, one step away from being the devil himself. If you were to tell me he hadn't managed to seduce you, I would have called you a liar,” she said with a giggle, as she stood up.

This didn't go unnoticed by Roy and his lips thinned, fingers pausing from turning over the pages—to see Monroe smirking slyly. Roy avoided the deliberate probe from Monroe, sneakily shifting his chair closer to Jeremy, so that their arms brushed each other—whenever they moved. Jeremy, unaware of Roy's doing, decided to take out his own book for studying. A book with black cover, fairly thick and very warmly coloured illustration of a man in ancient greek clothes, adorned the front. Translated by Mary M. Innes, Ovid's Metamorphosis, it said. Monroe took a glance at the book, Jeremy put on the table and curiously propped up from her seat, to read the title.