Dark Fallen Angels Novels & Stories

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.

I replied. Hugo leaned forward from his seat and continued the tale saying, "She wasn't trapped, little miss. She chose to stay there. You see, the dimension where all the entities were bound is called Tartarus. It is the deepest section of the underworld which harboured all the darkness and evil of the world; some birthed by Tartarus itself, some children of dark primordial beings such as Khaos, Nyx, and Erebos. Among these children are the triad of death namely Moros, daemon of doom; Ker, bringer of violent death; and Thanatos, spirit of gentle passing. Their presence combined gave birth to a condition of aspiration and desire to live; hence, the existence of Elpis, spirit of hope. Elpis s

And now, I'm gathering the rest of my power to teleport to a place, which is Jack taking my wife there. I've heard people ask about this before, "What are Fallen Angels Demons?" How Some Angels Become Evil Spirits Called Demons Angels are pure and holy spiritual beings who love God and serve Him by helping people, right? Usually, that's the problem. Of course, the angels that people celebrate in popular culture are faithful angels who do good works in the world. But there is another type of angel that gets no attention at all: fallen angels. Fallen angels (also known as demons) work for evil purposes leading to destruction in the world, as opposed to the good causes of missions filled with f

(Titus p.o.v) I strode over to the throne and kneeled to my queen and king. “Rise,” she stated. Standing up, I remained silent. “Do you have it?” “Yes,” I answered carefully while pondering why did she want the angel essence of Gabriel. An angel essence Is connected to that person. If they become corrupted, so do their essence. When being sent into The Dark World, angels become demons. When demons are sent here, they die as soon as day breaks.

Atlas huffs a breath through his nose, but it’s not amusement, it’s sharp and bitter, like old ash in the throat. “Not usually,” he mutters. “Not unless I’m weak. Uncentered. Furious.” He finally looks up at me then, and something in his eyes isn’t just his. There’s something ancient in them. Something not quite human flickers just beneath the surface, like the veil between them is thinner out here in the wild, where the rules don’t matter as much. “Cole touched you,” he says again, quieter now, but no less pained. “And Sky… snapped. Not because he thought you were in danger. But because someone touched what he sees as his.”

It’s brutal. We fly on. From the light, three figures emerge. I don’t need introductions. I know who they are. Azazel—Lucifer’s second-in-command, and chief torturer. They’re in a female form today, with a whip in one hand and a tail that moves like a weapon. Ramiel—a fallen Watcher angel, one of the first to defy the Godhead. Banished, bitter, and now one of Lucifer’s most faithful. Dagon—a former god of the Philistines. Defeated by the Godhead himself, thrown into Hell, and now reborn through Lucifer’s vengeance.

“It’s a fallen angel, like you said. It represents the fall Damian and I took on the day our mother tried to kill us.” My brows snapped together. “Fall? You saved your brothers. How’s that falling?” His expression was dark and twisted, his eyes far away, haunted, angry. “Until that day Damian and I were innocent. After that we weren’t. We’d already experienced our fair share of violence from our father, but it never affected us like that day did. The flames of that day they singed our wings and our fall into darkness began. We became who we are today. That’s why the fallen angel is kneeling in pools of blood.”

"Let's make it interesting, a million bucks and it's a deal." "What are we betting on?" Xavier asked as he walked into the den. "Call of duty, are you playing?" Chiara replied and turned to face him. "I don't have that kind of money, in case you have not noticed, I'm stuck here." "He is in, I will cover him. Are you in?" Chiara asked Marcos and he nodded his head. Marcos packed the takeout cartons and threw them in the trashcan, then he grabbed the game pads and headphones and shared them.

When he finally pulled out, a torrent of demonic cum poured from my gaping asshole, mixing with my own juices on the altar. The fallen angel — still wearing Father Elias’s face — leaned down and kissed me deeply, his tongue tasting of smoke and sin. “You are no longer innocent,” he whispered against my lips. “You have fallen with me. Tomorrow night, the others will witness your new wings.” I lay there trembling, body covered in sweat and cum, holes ruined and leaking, mind blissfully corrupted. Seventy-four more nights of surrender remained. And I had never felt more alive — or more damned.

The questions escaped like a flood “Why are you doing this? To torture me? You want me for sex? Is that why you kidnapped me? D-do you even know what you’re doing? It's not too late, let me go now, and I won't tell a-anyone, I swear, no one has to know about it.” It was a fucking lie, but right now, I'd say anything that would get me the fúck out of here. I failed to convince him apparently because his eyes only sharpened with a cold look of irritation. “I’m going to say this just once. So don’t forget.” He grasped my jaw. His fingers weren't hard, not gentle either. Just firm enough to let his next words pierce chill into my bones. “Your old life is gone. Angel Hale is dead. From this momen