Fallen Angel 7 Novels & Stories

' She thought until she saw the back view,she couldn't see the face but with the hair she knew it's Seven,,he was on a piano and singing at the same time,,such a voice like an Angel. She stood there without moving as she listen 🎶A million stars up in the sky. 🎶One shines brighter - I can't deny. 🎶A love so precious, a love so true,a love that comes from me to you. 🎶The angels sing when you are near. 🎶Within your arms I have nothing to fear. 🎶You always know just what to say. Just talking to you makes my day. 🎶Baby you make my heart shiver

It didn't come naturally to them, angles dedicated to being their appointed guardian loaned such powers to them. So, Laoth was her guardian angel, big whoop. Before I'd Fallen, I'd outranked his little ass. "You don't want to do that," my voice was a flat abysmal blackness that hurt my ears to hear. The thing about Falling was when angels Fell, they were unmade in a sense. Creation becomes Destruction. Love becomes Hate. Knowledge becomes Fear. The great undoing, if you will. At this moment, I felt hope rise in Nadya's chest, the hope she had for her trump card to work, and my demonic energy fed off that.

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

She examined the room to be certain everything was in order. When she was okay with the room, she went down to the basement. Xavier was lying down on the bed when she entered. He didn't bother to look at her, he just stared at the ceiling. "Well, someone seems chipper today." She said with a sarcastic tone. "Captivation fails to provide me joy." He replied and glared at her. "Great! I've got something that might excite you." He turned to her with a questioning look on his face.

You’er Father was one of the Fallen’ Sensing my confusion she decides to explain. ‘The Fallen are the group of angels that left heaven, not wanting to be controlled or restricted by the laws of God. Vic as he goes by, fell in love with your mother and had you. When you were born, your father knew he had to protect you, not only from the other Fallen but other wolves and humans. When I say you are special Lizzy, you really are’ I sit up actually intrigued now.

Tears cascaded from the angel’s glassy eyes upon seeing the soot-covered winged demon racing towards the direction of Maleficent’s falling body. End of Flashback...

The fallen angel frowned and snapped his fingers in front of her face making her jump. "I'm.. I'm so sorry." She apologized flushing with embarrassment at being caught. "What... What did you say?". "How much for the oranges?". His lips curled up in a half smile. "Uh... It's um... It's um..." She paused and shook her head. "I'm so sorry." She apologized again and stood up. "It's..." She suddenly felt dizzy and she swayed on her feet. "Are you okay Miss?". The fallen angel caught her before she could face plant on the ground. "Miss?!". He shook her but she was long gone.

“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.” I’d noticed that the fallen angel knelt in pools of some kind of liquid, that a few of its singed feathered dipped into it, but I hadn’t realized it was blood. For a moment I wasn’t sure what to say, how to console him. Could words ever be enough to make the horrors of his past better? “I’m sorry,” I said quietly. His gaze focused on me, tore away fro

When we broke apart, barely able to breathe, I whispered, “We… we’ve crossed it, haven’t we? The line?” He smirked, dark and predatory, eyes smoldering. “We crossed it the moment you followed me into the fire. The moment you embraced the danger. The moment your heart chose obsession over caution. There’s no line left, Gina. Only us. Only fire.” I trembled, pulse raging, mind alight. “Then… we’re lost, aren’t we? Fully, completely lost.” “Yes,” he admitted, voice low, magnetic, pulling me close again. “And lost is the only place worth being. Because fire… obsession… desire… they don’t need boundaries. They only need surrender. And you… you’ve surrendered everything.”

But before she could finish her sentence, the Queen’s voice cut through the air, firm and final, silencing her completely. “I will bring her back as an angel,” Queen Marasela declared, her voice strong, unwavering. The words hit the air like a thunderclap, and Jessa froze, unable to comprehend the magnitude of what she was hearing. The Queen’s gaze was steady, filled with the kind of determination that could move mountains. There was no softness in her voice now, no hesitation—only a clear, powerful resolve that seemed to make the very ground beneath them tremble with its force. “An angel who will bring justice and exact vengeance on Victoria.”