Eren Fallen Angel Novels & Stories

I told him everything about my involvement with Val and our recent encounter. “So, you mean, Val is now a fallen angel?” “Yes, and he said, he’s worked at the hospital for nine years. I think he didn’t make it through rebirthing,” “That’s impossible. From what I know, an angel will be a fallen angel if they enacted a grievous fault. Maybe Val has done something wrong,” “No, there’s something fishy about his extradition,” “What about it?” “I mean, Val discovered there’s something wrong about the rebirthing system. Why do I still remember being a Keeper when I was rebirthed?”

[Fallen Angel. Although angels are described as holy beings full of beauty and being faithful servants of God, the Bible also tells of the fall of angels especially the fall of angels into Satan. The Apostle Peter mentions that God is angry with the fallen angels (2 Peter 2: 4). In Jude 1: 6 it is also told about the angels leaving heaven and falling into darkness. * 1 Peter 2: 4 For if God spared not the angels that sinned, but cast them down to hell, and delivered them into chains of darkness, to be reserved unto judgment;

Once the door closed behind me, I leaned against it for a moment, my breathing still unsteady, but clear enough for one realization to hit me. I’d fallen too deep for a man who didn’t even see me as someone worth thinking about. “Good job, Angela,” I whispered. “You might’ve fallen for a man who will never be yours. You’re just… a part of his life. Something he uses. And leaves whenever he wants.” “What are you? Stupid? Desperate? Or do you really just enjoy being hurt?”

The actual person underneath. Someone who hurts people without meaning to. Who makes them doubt their reality. Who leaves them broken. Is that who I'm falling for? Or is that just who he used to be? I don't know anymore. That night there's a show. I shoot it on autopilot. Not really seeing. Not really present. After, Lennon finds me backstage. "You okay? You seem off." "I'm fine." "Sloane." "I said I'm fine." He studies my face. "Something happened. What happened?"

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱ Amber eyes, short hair. I’d still be able to recognize that face anywhere. "I hope you’ll be able to forgive me for being late," he said as he bowed in front of me. Samael. The angel Samael. No. The fallen angel - Samael. The one who fell not by choosing a side but by his own crimes in the midst of an internal war.

When I returned back to the shitty room, I saw my project, my project on the floor, my precious freaking project was burnt up by him, the mad devil, and when I think to myself, I realized that the devil had did that, because I had unintentionally crossed the line a few days ago to take my pen that had rolled to his side, but the devil was merciless! Realizing just how cruel and heartless he could be, and just how merciless that he couldn't spare my project that I had worked my ass off, I decided to be thoughtless as well, and crossed his line, yes, this time I fucking did it intentionally, but I did worst...I did so much worst, I scattered all his stuff as payback(Thank God, he wasn't in the

And he would make sure he killed anyone who stood in his way. A figure suddenly appeared in front of him in a puff of black smoke. Hades didn't bother to turn around because he knew who it was. Adromalius, one of the fallen angels of the underworld. He wasn't imprisoned like the seven deadly sins but rather, he roamed free in a secluded part of the supernatural realm. Hades watched the fallen angel, now a demon turn around slowly and grin like a maniac.

I tried to reach for her but she flinched away. “No! Don’t f*cking touch me!” She stepped back. “You wanted to hear what’s eating me on the inside, right? Well, my life is not as perfect as I try to make it seem! I’m a fraud! I’m a f*cking fraud!!” She cried, her knees buckling. I rushed to her as she fell to the floor, holding her in my arms as she wailed. “Let it out. Let it all out,” I whispered to her. This was all I could say as I tried to process what I had just learned. I was beyond taken aback.

He held me so tightly that I could barely breathe. “I was wrong.” His voice was hoarse as he buried his face in my neck. “Irina, I was wrong.” “Let me go!” I tried to free myself with all my strength. Yet, his grip did not loosen. His lips were pressed against my ears as he sobbed. “Come back. I beg you. Please come back.” I froze. The cold and heartless demon in my previous life was actually trembling before me?

“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.”