City Of Fallen Angels Book Novels & Stories

he groaned, “you’re a damn jezebel.” “I’m a Jezebel, I’m Lilith, I’m both an angel and a devil. Take your pick, Hades,” I whisper into his ear, “because I’m not afraid to show you exactly how I feel.” He quickly shoves the door open and gets out of the car as I look at his back, feeling smug. We’ve been so engrossed with each other that Hades hadn’t realized we had reached the pack house. I pick up the jacket that I had been wearing and had slipped off me before I kissed him, offering it back to him.

His steel bluish orbs zeroed on the figure who was crouching on the semi plastered rough floor, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her one knee touching the floor and the other just few centimetres above. His Angel!!! ***

“The temperature inside reached over two thousand degrees Fahrenheit. That’s hot enough to melt steel. Hot enough to turn bone to ash.” “Stop,” I said, but he kept talking, each word a nail in a coffin I didn’t want to accept. His hand came up to cup my face, his thumb tracing my jaw as he forced me to look at him. “Even if he survived the initial collapse, and somehow made it through the fire, the building came down on top of him. Tons of rubble. There’s nothing left, Angel. Not even bones. Not even his ghost—” “STOP TALKING!” I was screaming again, hitting him, trying to make him stop talking. “Stop stop stop—”

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.

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

' 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?'

Kalias began, body tense, eyes dull and lifeless "if you’re right, I’ll kill you. I will tear out your heart and give it as a sacrifice to the fire, but if I am right, as I know I am, then you will awaken, Aynur the goddess of the night of all beings born with it; and by then, you will have fallen in love with me" 'This will never happen' was what was written on the girl’s face, a face covered in contempt. ☽ ━━━━━━━━ ❍ ━━━━━━━━ ☾

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.

Time to get back to work. "Sloane?" I turn. "The book I left on the bus. Did you read it?" "I'm halfway through." "And?" "It's exactly what I needed. How did you know?" "Because I read it three years ago when I was falling apart. And it helped." He shrugs. "Figured it might help you too." "It does. Thank you." "Small gestures." "Small gestures," I agree. I walk back to my equipment feeling lighter than I have in months.

I glanced back at the book. Maximus the Fallen.