Fallen Angel 7 Novels & Stories

ROBERT'S MANSION★7PM** Angel was sitting down on the floor,Pepper lying next to her. Her phone buzzed and she immediately took it on the floor. ROYAL: Are you okay?? ANGEL: I miss you ROYAL: Me too,I want to hug you right now. I'm sorry you got hurt because of me. ANGEL: I'm fine,I should be saying that,not you. ROYAL: I love you ANGEL: I love you more

“Within the ten days, if the angel doesn’t involve himself or her self into any sinful activities, the angel can be redeemed” Hagne smiled broadly. “That’s wonderful! Then that means we’ll be able to help you abstain from evil”. Azaliah smiled back at her. “I’m sorry to say but it’s not that easy. Angels are more sensitive than humans. We have never experienced what humans experience so the urge would be ten times stronger on an angel. Everything would hit at once and Azaliah would need so much self restraint if she wants to go through this without problems. But just as Hagne said…we’ll help you, the whole heaven is behind you. You’ll get through this”.

TURNED BY THE ENEMY PART 2 Angel woke to fire in her veins. The cabin was dark except for moonlight pouring through the open window. Her body burned and sweat slicked her skin. She sat up on the massive bed, gasping, as she looked down and realized she was naked. “What the fuck…” she whispered, clutching the sheets. “Where the fuck am I?” The door slammed open and Seven filled the frame, shirtless. His sweatpants sat low on his hips, exposing perfectly shaped waist bones, golden eyes glowing.

HongKong, China (July 1936) The Principalities' voices rose above one another, Haneul felt like their trial would last forever. In fact, they haven't addressed Haneul's squad at all, they were all busy quarreling over the state of the universe, which hang precariously out of balance. As of the moment, the angels only have two out of seven feathers in their possession, one of which is being held in Hell and well within Lilith's reach. The Third Angelic Sphere was infiltrated and several of their warriors were lost, including Minho. The American Mirror had descended right under their noses and Tina...

Abigail was doing her best to follow but she was struggling. “I am an Angel of the Damned. Believe me I know, stupid name but didn’t choose it. So what I do is I take tainted souls and ensure that they make their way to hell. I have a list of names and everything. So anyway your name is on my list but there seems to be a war with your soul. I find myself having to compete with an actual angel. You know like heaven and all that. But on another note I know your daughter.” Daniel was watching Abigail’s reaction, pausing to make sure she was understanding what he was saying. When the pieces finally snapped into place Abigail broke down into tears. “Yeah her name is Lucy, she was raped just like

At first, I assume he will stay quiet, but when he turns around to face me and glare at me, little fireworks of pride go off in my chest. He pokes his finger right where I feel the fireworks as he growls. “Angels don't sing, you moron! Angels are so much more than flying fucks and pretty wings. And since you won’t shut your trap until I tell you, here’s the information you’re trying to get – she’s not dead; she’s fucking lost. She’s lost because I keep messing up her way around here. Why you’d ask? Oh, that’s simple. That’s because I’m the fallen one she’s looking for. But there’s this tiny detail. I didn’t fall. I escaped.”

-In the treatment room- “Eren who fell because of the monster's brunt apparently managed to inject the substance into Jacob's body. Jacob who had turned into a monster immediately fainted after getting the injection. Eren slowly rose from his fallen position. "Phew... he almost bit me..." Eren said as he looked at Jacob who had fainted and was lying on the floor. The atmosphere suddenly fell silent. Doctor Rin, Doctor Anna and Zoya were waiting anxiously from outside the treatment room until suddenly...

“There were no indicators, no warning signs, no security panels on the outside. Completely hidden. If not for that scream, I wouldn’t have known it was there.” Alex exhaled, his hands pausing on the interface. “Then it’s a ghost level,” he muttered. “Air-gapped. No connection to the central system. That’s where the dumping experiments are happening.” Emily’s eyes narrowed with thought. “Then I’ll get invited.” Charles looked at her. “You think you can pull that off?” Emily smirked. “Charles, darling, I’m Emily Waltson. I don’t pull strings. I weave them.” “Then we prep,” Alex said, already moving back toward the lair. “If she’s going into Level 6, she’s not going alone—not really.”

15 years ago A 6ft2 man with broad shoulders, races into the room. His dark brown hair curled with ringlets rested just below his ear, it was more of a mopped mess at this moment, there was a slight chill around him. Shadows growing darker where he stood. "Brother." Exasperation sounded in his voice, "They are here, they have come for her." There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence.

Darren's Pov I woke up angry. Not at the deadline, not at my mother, not even at the sponsor thing Coach had dropped on me — angry at myself, for the bar, for how long I'd sat there, for how easy it had been to let my guard down in front of someone I was supposed to despise on sight.