Romans & histoires City Of Fallen Angels Book

"Fuck off half-breed!" I grunted, pulling my scythe from the dying body. The creature lay there, his eyes boring into me. It had been a terrible fight, the likes of which I hadn't had for some time, which was thrilling and yet somehow saddened me, to snuff out the very being who had brought me such joy. His lips turned up slightly, his eyes, as blinding as the sun met mine. So this was a son of Shamsiel, former guardian angel of Eden and aid to Uriel, the fallen angel who taught the signs of the sun to men. You could tell by their attributes, Shamsiel's descendants possessed eyes that could blind you, thankfully most of us had special gear to negate any of the Nephilim's known attributes. M

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?”

So it was easier to discern the order in the sky than farther north or farther south, where everything would seem more chaotic. A fallen angel... enshrined in moonlit seas. Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controv

//Midnight Mourge// "Why are you in your enemy's layer?" Reign ask while looking around the café. Hometown café became our first enemy in this line of business. I smirk at her. "I don't consider her as our enemy." Florence is not a enemy. "Then what she is?" I smile at her. "Have you ever heard about the legend?" Reign raise a brow at me. I smirk at her... "The fallen Angel." Have you ever heard the story of a fallen angel? It is a story that my godmother used to tell me.

He said goodbye and handed her yet another note. Remember when we first met. When I first saw you I thought I was imagining things. You had the same eyes and the same smile as Amanda. I thought that was the reason I was attracted to you. But I would be lying to myself if I say that's a fact. I fell for you because you are you. You are my angel. The moment you cried and I held you I wanted to protect you forever. I wanted to be always by your side and not let the world hurt you. I hurt you though in the most dreadful way I can imagine and for that my angel I apologize. Go to the bar you used to work for. Cassie had no idea that since she went to the apartment Nicholai was following her. She w

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

First Forgotten God. 😱 The city descended into chaos. Forgotten souls began screaming. Buildings cracked. The sky darkened. 🌌 Ayesha stared at the page. 💔 “God?” ⸻ 🌙 The Truth About Gods The Book continued writing. 📖 Before kings… Before memories… Before reality… There were gods. ⚡ Most died. Some disappeared. One was imprisoned. 💀 Azrael. ⸻ 🌙 The Sacrifice Another memory appeared.

It was so nice that I didn't know how I fell asleep in my chamber's seat. ~An angel had died and she would reincarnate again. Her strength became even more powerful than it was. Her white wings would scare the vampires away. She resides in the coastal city...an evil angel would strike her heart on the 25th of that March.~ I woke up sharply when I saw the way she got killed. "Hmm," I sighed. That had always been the way of my vision, Dream. That was the way I realized that there was an angel that would die. We would need to help her reincarnate before she could stay by our side.

The necklace, still faintly glowing, felt heavy against her chest as if it, too, held secrets waiting to be uncovered. She made her way downstairs quietly, avoiding the bustling kitchen where Rose was likely preparing breakfast. Instead, she sought solace in the library, a sanctuary of knowledge and quiet contemplation within the main house. The shelves were lined with ancient tomes and volumes on supernatural lore, each holding a promise of insight into the world beyond human understanding. Andrea pulled out a dusty book on werewolf mythology, flipping through its pages in search of any mention of beings like her—half-human, half-something else.

She may have banished the fallen angel, but he continues to curse our world. I read the passage several times over, committing it to memory as copies were not allowed nor were pictures. A fallen angel, I wondered what it meant, was there actually a fallen angel that made Vampires and Werewolves or was it a metaphor for something else. All I knew was I needed to know more, and the only one who had those answers was Esther. I placed the book back on the shelf and left the Vatican, upon leaving they returned my phone and I saw I missed a call from Esther. I listened to the voicemail and tried to call her back, but her phone must have been off, since it went straight to voicemail.