Dark Fallen Angels Novels & Stories

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

His face hovering over hers. "I will kill each and every man who will dare to even think about you. Don't fucking test me, Angel," he sounded furious and mad possessive. "If that's what burn you to ashes, Nick, then this is exactly what I will do," Angela challanged him. Bitterness shining in her pure beautiful eyes. He didn't like it. He didn't like seeing any trace of evil in her eyes but he also knew he had brought it forth in her. His gaze softened.

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

So, I guess this is our goodbye. Crumbling that piece of paper, I throw it on the floor harshly. What is all this? And what is she going to do today that I will hate her? This is not done! I am going to hunt you down, my Angel. And then I will keep you chained to me, forever. .......

Claire turned and looked at Arsen, who had been staring at her intently the whole time. “Because after that, they will improve themselves, just as those red leaves will fall, replaced by a new, more mature and stronger spirit,” Claire continued with a faint smile on her lips. Arsen was stunned by her words. He immediately recalled how his father had treated him all this time, causing his eyes to well up with tears without him realizing it. “Believe me, no matter how great a person’s mistakes may be, they will change for the better with God’s intervention. Life is beautiful if we view it with an open and objective mind,” Claire continued, causing a single tear to roll down Arsen’s cheek uncon

As if the chair had bitten her, she shot to her feet and pointed at me. “Rachel! You… You’re not dead…” I nodded. “I did die once, but I came back from hell. After all, there are still debts to settle.” I stared at her pale face and smiled brightly, asking, “Didn’t Victor tell you?” I paused before continuing, “In the Medici family, debts are always collected. They’re never left unpaid.” Her body swayed before she collapsed back into the chair, completely drained. “First thing,” I said, my gaze cutting into her like a blade. “Get up. That’s not your seat.”

With this devil who knew every weakness she had. “You are soaking,” he murmured. “Tell me what you want.” “You.” “Not yet.” He stood. She dropped to her knees, watching as he stripped. Shirt. Pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard. He stroked himself slowly while she stared, hunger twisting deep. “You are too perfect for your own good,” he said. “I missed you, kitten.” “You are going to ruin me again.” “Without question.” He stepped closer. “But you keep your share of Dirty Angels if you obey me. They will not touch one hair on your pretty hair while I am involved, I can protect you.”

We drove the dagger and shard into the ground, light erupting, the cage shattering, the mirror collapsing, the void’s scream—my scream—mixing with hers, the shadow’s, as they vanished, not gone but pushed back, the chaos retreating, the cliffs stilling. We fell, Lucian catching me, Lyra beside us, the bond burning—us, alive, together. Killian and Mara staggered up, bloodied, wide-eyed. “Another one?” Killian gasped, his staff broken, his face pale. “How many damn Angels are there?” I clutched the dagger, the mark pulsing, Lyra’s shard glowing, the bond steadying me. “Four,” I said, my voice hoarse, the truth crushing me. “Lock, spark, flame, void. The Veil’s not just breaking—it’s us.”

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

The quilt and bed linen is white, the television is 72 inches attached to the wall. "How much is your place?" asked Aza. "If you don't buy, then don't ask," said Dark. Aza just laughed. "You can't tell that tomorrow we'll be neighbours." Dark just took a peek at Aza and watched what he was watching. Aza is one of those fallen angels. Fallen angel means angels that have been expelled from heaven or angels that have sinned. And Aza was among them. However, Azra has already forbidden the fallen angels to intervene in the work of the reapers. But they remain stubborn and continue to interfere in the mission of other angels, particularly the Guardians. They brought confusion to the people who ar