City Of Fallen Angels นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Azaliah watched in horror as heaven fell into an uproar. She had seen this before, angels screaming and yelling, Michael barking commands at the other angels, structures falling and collapsing and speckles of golden dust littering the air. She had seen it all before but this time, it wasn't just in the walls of a temple, it was real. She was living it.

Raina touched a picture of Jasmine’s mother on a bookshelf. Gabriel stopped her from touching anything further, grabbing her wrists, leading her back to the door. “You can leave now. Jasmine isn’t here.” Raina looked surprised then. “She hadn’t come back home to you? Hmm what a shame. I assumed you knew she came to me at the club earlier that’s why I thought she would be here by now. Did you have a fight?” Gabriel wanted her to leave then. She was getting too many clues that he didn’t want to give away. Raina was all knowing and could clearly see what transpired between them just by the look on Gabriel’s face. “You do know what happens if an Angel sins don’t you? You will never be able to go

Ajal spoke those words sadly, and strangely enough… I felt a sudden wave of regret, frustration, and sharp pain rushing through my own heart just from hearing about it, as if I were feeling the echoes of their suffering myself. "What exactly happened to them?" I asked unconsciously, the question slipping out before I could stop it. He moved closer and placed his arm gently around my shoulder, looking down at the city lights below us before speaking again. "That angel paid the highest price possible for his disobedience and his love," he recounted slowly. "His beautiful wings… they were cut off completely, severed from his body as a punishment. He was rejected from the kingdom of light and th

Standing a good distance from the battlefield where blood and magic had been spilled for quite some time now, Apollo Sky the Loyal – whose white-feathered wings were spread out in the darkened skies of the Nether World – cocked his head. His cerulean eyes flashed with relief and wariness for even Maleficent the Glutton was given a chance by the Higher Creator of the realms, the irrefutable fact that an archangel had turned into a fallen one was something that Heavenly World could not let go of – especially his father.

The Bound to the fallen angel is a dark fantasy romance about fate, obsession, second chances, and a love that survives across lifetimes. Welcome to the beginning bitches!

It didn't come naturally to them, angles dedicated to being their appointed guardian loaned such powers to them. So, Laoth was her guardian angel, big whoop. Before I'd Fallen, I'd outranked his little ass. "You don't want to do that," my voice was a flat abysmal blackness that hurt my ears to hear. The thing about Falling was when angels Fell, they were unmade in a sense. Creation becomes Destruction. Love becomes Hate. Knowledge becomes Fear. The great undoing, if you will. At this moment, I felt hope rise in Nadya's chest, the hope she had for her trump card to work, and my demonic energy fed off that.

“Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.” “He isn’t a fallen angel, Grandmother Willow.” Ava turned towards her with a glare within her eyes. Something that the spirit was glad to see, other than the pain. “He is the Angel of Death, not a fallen angel. He was a given a job to collect souls for God.”

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 controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case