City Of Fallen Angels 소설 & 이야기

He had summoned Baphomet, the demonic entity he had once commanded, and now the jester stood before him, reborn and ready to serve the fallen angel's whims. The room crackled with an unseen energy, a palpable sense of darkness that permeated the very air. The Morningstar, the majestic fallen angel of pride, was once again plotting something diabolical to assert his dominance and consequences of his actions would soon ripple through the mortal realm and beyond.

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

I feel Freya take over all control as I fall into the back of her mind. What the hell is happening? What does she mean we are the descendents of the moon goddess? I feel Freya pushing me all the way out of earshot in her mind, falling into nothingness. I feel sleep taking over as Freya lulls me to sleep. Not fighting it at all, I fall into a quiet sleep. Talon Pov

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

*** 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 went crazy, but then Marcus told us he could be with you to make sure nothing bad happened.” “Something bad did happen to her.” Marcus said walking into the room. “I failed her over and over, and if she does make it out of this alive, I want you and her to go somewhere and hide.” He said looking at Carlos. “I don’t think she is ever going to be safe with me, I knew that from the start and I didn’t care.” He said looking at Anabel. “I do love you, but I think it’s time for you to go with the Angels that is where you belong.” “Not if Victor’s magic works.” Anabel said shaking her head. “I am not longer going to be an Angel, I am going to be a fallen one.” She said looking down at her hands,

At first, I assume he will stay quiet, but when he turns around to face me and glare at me, little fireworks of pride go off in my chest. He pokes his finger right where I feel the fireworks as he growls. “Angels don't sing, you moron! Angels are so much more than flying fucks and pretty wings. And since you won’t shut your trap until I tell you, here’s the information you’re trying to get – she’s not dead; she’s fucking lost. She’s lost because I keep messing up her way around here. Why you’d ask? Oh, that’s simple. That’s because I’m the fallen one she’s looking for. But there’s this tiny detail. I didn’t fall. I escaped.”

“We don’t even know where in Venice they are,” Angel scowled at him, her cheeks beginning to grow hot with embarrassment at her own excuses. “There’s only one place a runaway fairy would go in Venice,” Layon responded. Angel’s stomach clenched because she knew he was right. Though she’d never left Silverdale, she was well aware of many other supernatural communities thanks to her learning at the university. It didn’t take much to guess where Chris would have taken Reebah now that they knew a general location. “I have a job to do,”

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.