City Of Fallen Angels Novels & Stories

It was like a scene straight out of a doomsday movie. “I’ll meet you there!” And with that, the angel flew towards the middle of the city where the tornado was. Amilia and the Fallen looked at each other and picked up their pace. Amilia disregarded everything around her. Her only focus was on Harold and the Weaver. They arrived at the place where Harold was. He was standing in the middle of the road while the Strays and Shades around him feasted on the people that were around. They consumed them here and there. The Strays would have their fill and the Shades would fight over whose body they were going to take over. Harold was satisfied with what he was seeing.

Cain asked. “On the island, hunters and coven saw two powerful fallen angels. One of them was Samael. The other was Abaddon known as the destroyer or angel of destruction.” said Tyler. “Abaddon, his job is to oversee the destruction of the world’s inhabitants. He also has henchmen who have been instructed to torture people, but they will not kill them.” “Perhaps he causes human suffering,” said Axen. “Now that you know the two fallen angels, it’s not good for those two to join forces,” said Tyler. “And if we can’t stop what happens you need to read the bible, go to church and pray. Ask for forgiveness and repent.”

A powerful one. "Is that...?" Verenya whispered. I watched the falling light twist and spin toward the earth, glowing with heat and glory and sorrow. Feathers burned to gold. Grace unraveling in a firestorm. A fallen angel. Falling... not randomly. Falling toward Seralyn Keep. I smiled slowly and glanced at my sister goddess. "Interesting," I murmured. "Another piece on the board." Verenya arched a brow. "Yours?" "Oh no," I said, smirking. "I haven't touched the angels in centuries. This one's falling by choice."

“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.”

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!!! ***

“To kill the vampire, her body will feel weaker and weaker, and she will spend all her last breath in the human world and not here, only if she failed to remember who she was on time,’’ Abu explained it as slow as he could, and reading Zanea’s face he could scent something on him. Kram was exhausted as he stood up near his window, watching the angels outside, he was frowning and felt broken, at the same time Evangeline needed to remember who she was. To be sent into the human world, all memories of an angel will disappear, it was the GOLDEN RULE of the empire. They only threw angels below when it committed a great sin, but Evangeline’s case was different, she was thrown there to saved human

I listened to my intuition that warned me to not fall for words spoken by those with slick tongues. And yet when I met him, my intuition became mute. It's strange when you meet someone who tarnishes the very walls you built yet makes the process of destruction so sweet and addictive. For it was through him, I grew to welcome the appeal of having my temple destroyed from every touch and kiss he laid upon my flesh whist baptising me into his religion. Through him, I was shown that in passion, paradise could be reached between the sheets but I'm getting ahead of myself in a way. And in as much as I can try say I feel terrible about breaking my promise to my parents - I can't.

“We helped you get your Beta rank back, but we can also tear you down. Keep that in mind. It’s your call.” With that, Jannik left the room. Dane threw the whiskey glass that was sitting on his desk at the closing door. Whilst he quietly hoped it smashed into the back of Jannik’s head, the door closed and instead it shattered into a thousand pieces on the back of it. Dane leaned back in his chair and exhaled. He’d made a deal with the devil, and now the devil wanted something back in return.

“Other angels fell and they became known as what we call Vampire Lords. Then they created their offspring. After they are born with the gene of the fallen angel and then die, they become what they are, vampires. And they feed off of blood rather than souls.” Alpha Drake pinched his brows together curiously. “You’re telling me, that Voldin, your father, is a fallen angel?” “I am.” “Shit.” He looked at me again. “How are you supposed to kill an angel?” I shook my head. “You can’t. Not really. They can be dealt with, but it isn’t a permanent death. I am not even sure I would call it a death at all. It’s more like they become incapacitated. It’s much easier to wake them than it is to put them do

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”