Dark Fallen Angels Novels & Stories

/ He laughed loudly, swinging his bat and hitting brittle objects in the fancy hotel. He is a Death Angel, his name is Draven Black. A modern-day grim reaper, wearing not a cape but a black emo suit with a pair of black wings to fly. He does not have a scythe, he has a bat for beating humans. His look is completed by black hair and an upside-down cross hung in his left ear.

he concluded his last line. "The angels fell with the limited power in themselves; if they had their full power, they could have destroyed this planet. But the most important thing was they were not immortal anymore except one," His information was a thin line, I thought; If I am going to miss a single word, I could not connect my dots; I had only three questions to ask; I didn't want to lose it, anyway. He wanted to disclose each angel's story layer by layer; he started with Yaahadana.

The only way to truly make them understand was to show them, to unveil the full, terrible truth of what he truly was at his core. "Any of you remember the old tale about the first immortal to walk this earth?" Enzo's deep baritone rumbled out. "The one also known as the Fallen Angel...or the Fallen God, as some ancient civilizations called him?" All three of them - Seven, Killian, and even Meredith - nodded slowly in recognition, clearly familiar with the story that had been passed down through oral traditions and tattered tomes over the centuries. It was said that the first true immortal, the being known as the Fallen Angel, had been cast down from the heavenly skies after a vile betrayal o

I'm so sorry, I regret it, I shouldn't have agree to this. I fucked up again. I could feel it. That wasn't an apology. ‘’Listen rowan, I don’t give a fuck about you or your stupid relationship situation or what so ever. Don't drag me into your shit and certainly don't carry me to your bed. Don't even come near this room when you are drunk or out of your mind. So Rowan, you and your bullshit can go to hell. The door is over there and open, you can certainly make your way , I’m sure you can.’’

"But believe me, I didn't betray you. We can't undo the past, but we can shape the future if we work together." As his words continued to reverberate within the space, a transformation seemed to unfurl before me. Antonio's identity emerged, an intricate mosaic of lineage and legacy. His voice, infused with a potent mixture of authority and ancestral lineage, resonated like the echoes of a distant storm. He unveiled himself as Antonio Rico Luca, the descendant of Luca Osvaldo, a figure shrouded in the mystique of a Dark Angel of merciless Deaths. The weight of his lineage bore down upon his declaration, an assertion of power and consequence that sent ripples of apprehension through me.

Loss is on one side of me, Amon on the other. The replacement leader of Sorren, Roxas, stands behind the throne, facing towards the the crowd, laughing like a maniac at them. I fight an eyeroll, knowing he's doing too much. One of the reasons that the sky has blackened is the wings of the fallen angels, and Nephilim flapped, looking like crows ahd overtaken the skies. Demons waited for my order, as the desire to run chaos ran high. They extend long forked tongues at the humans, licking their lips.

He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word, his peace of mind In the world full of Dark, the only source of light An innocent filled eyes captured the stormy waves Ho baby tell me wouldn't be his fault if he let go of her, his only cause, his only soul See the craze of fate wouldn't you laugh The boy who never believed would get it one Was he lucky enough, Ho no I call it Destiny Where Devil find His Angel walk a path of Aisle, taking vow to be forever, forever, forever one Ho no that's not the end, Ho ho that's not the end H

The revelation unfurled like a dark tapestry, weaving a tale of malevolence and perversion, casting a pall of dread upon the fateful convergence of the fallen angels, and heralding the impending clash of darkness and divine will that would come to define the fate of worlds. Asmo's mind reeled with the stark realization of the impending calamity, the weight of the world's impending doom pressing heavily upon him. "I can't believe this," he muttered, his voice laced with disbelief and revulsion. "This year is going to be a nightmare for the world."

He shook his head. "Daniel Grigori..." He trailed on. I remained confused. He sighed and stood up straight. "I'm a fallen." "Fallen? You're an angel?" I backed away and dissolved into a puddle of laughter. My stomach was shaking now. "Oh-oh my God." I continued laughing and turned to look at my unconscious mother. "He's an angel." I told her, laughing even harder. The 'fallen' looked at me weirdly. "I have met a lot of weird and psychotic human beings but you, Dawn Turner, are by far the worst." I stopped laughing and glared at him.

A) John Ozais Screeman B) Khloe Dave C) Maria D) Jace E) Juliet F) Sam G) Raphael H) Pete Pratt I) Butt J) Claire Johnathan K) Margaret Johnathan L) Hilda M) Arakah N) Azazel O) Hades P) Gefion Q) Morgana Le Fay R) Danrakah S) Abyss Whom amongst the fallen Angel's was punished greatly? A) John Ozais Screeman B) Khloe Dave C) Maria D) Jace E) Juliet F) Sam G) Raphael H) Pete Pratt I) Butt J) Claire Johnathan K) Margaret Johnathan L) Hilda M) Arakah N) Azazel O) Hades