Dark Fallen Angels Novels & Stories

“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.”

The tentative truce may be over. It may well be all-out war. Again. And as Mirrie knew damn good and well, The Fallen Angels didn’t mess around. When they went to war, they laid waste to their entire world. They went after their enemies, without mercy or restraint, and they didn’t rest until those enemies were pulverized to dust, until they were literally blown off the face of the planet. Their capacity for rage knew no bounds; their thirst for revenge was never quenched; their lust for blood was never slaked.

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.

“Hold up. You followed me here all the way from Langkawi?! Aren’t spirits supposed to stay within the boundary of their domain? How did you take journeying across the ocean? And, and what has this got to do with…” “I am the King of Demons. Vasileios Kara Angelos. I have no set domain. I travel freely and wherever I please. Just now I am not happy being chained to you like a mere pet.” Ma’oz spat the words he so despised. “Kara Angelos…Black Angel?” “So, your grasp of the ancient languages is quite good. Yes. All demons are known as the Fallen Angels. The Black Angels.” He answered proudly. “What do I pay?” She asked again.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

Dusting her muddy hands, she wiped the sweat that rolled down her forehead, leaving a smudge. "I should get water for Madam to wash her hands" Yara said, intending to do as she said, but Hazel stopped her. "Never mind it, I'll just go take a shower" Stepping into the living room, Damien was just about to leave the house. He was dressed simply in a black T-shirt and black pants. It looked like he had just took his bath, since his hair was a little wet. She froze as her eyes met his. What was she supposed to say? She had not yet forgotten how she shamelessly drank from the same cup as him yesterday. Gosh, how was she supposed to face him now?

But, the book seems to suggest that all those monsters exists in reality. "Werewolves? Vampires? Witches? Gargoyles? Pyromancers? Necromancers? Do these creeps really exists?" Andra and Barry's conversation was interrupted when Ethan walked towards them with the book he found. "I think you two better take a seat." Barry pointed to the couches in the middle of the room.

But once you ought to harm your brethren, you will be bound to the Nether World for all eternity with black-feathered wings rather than pristine white. Maleficent snapped when she saw how the fallen angels flinched. Since they were the loyal fallen angels of Damon the Prideful, they would not dare to speak about this conversation – that he assured her. Maleficent crossed her arms after she folded the fan. “All is in due time, Dagger. All is in perfect due time.” She glanced at the once nameless slave who was also looking up to her with a full-blown grin as she nodded her head as if she could really understand Maleficent in which the latter took note.

"How are they not executed when they have done something wrong?!" "And I told you to control," he calmly said, flicking her forehead, cutting her anger. "You will ruin my Sekai if you show your powers. I told you to restrain or you will never get out of here," he sighed. "You should have been part of the Angels of Powers. They are known to be evil." "You are evil too," she mumbled, looking away, twitching her mouth. "You are part of that classification. In charge of death and re birth! Tch!"

said Professor Alex pleasantly. “I will announce something important to all of us. But first I will explain our current situation. You must know that the world is getting out of control. Last night, I chatted with a board member from the Hope organization. They think that if the world will collapse soon and within two months, seventy percent of the human population will become terrible creatures due to the 'S' virus,” said Professor Alex in a serious tone. All members of the Jaguar team listened carefully to Professor Alex's words.