Fallen Angel 7 Novels & Stories

Xavier sneaked his hand under her left arm and grabbed her neck, not too tight to harm her but just tight enough to let her know that she was playing a dangerous game. “When did my little sweet Angel turn into a seductress goddess? Do you see what you're doing to me? Angels aren't supposed to make someone feel this way.” His voice was low and deep as he grazed his nose on that sensitive spot on her neck. “Maybe I’m a fallen angel.” Angelina let out in a shaky voice, grinding her bare ass on Xavier's hard on. She couldn't help the burning sensation between her legs. She missed him so much. She missed his touch, his kisses and all the sinful things that he does to her.

Everyone got terrified. "Woah...!" I exclaimed when the guy was looking more like an angel as he got up again. He roared very loud to the sky and the next thing was something no one saw. I saw Phoenix lying on the ground as I got pulled up higher and higher into the sky. I could see my mother in distress and all the other witches beneath my feet while the Angel guy was taking me away. I could detach myself from him but..it seemed like... going with him would stop the fray at the chamber. I looked up at him and...his green glowing eyes seemed so beautiful. He wasn't scowling or... doing anything else but ...just eloping with me. I continued to look at him until he took me so high to the highe

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

he asked curiously. "Angelica," I replied stiffly, shifting awkwardly in my chair. I woke up one day and just found her on my doorstep with a note saying: 'it's your's, take care of it. You can conduct a DNA test, I really don't care...never try to contact me okay, just be happy I did not get rid of it...Michelle.' "Angelica!" he echoed giggling "I love it! So is she like me, I mean as old as me."

she called out, her voice trembling. A figure stepped out from the shadows, their features obscured by the darkness. Andrea's heart skipped a beat as she strained to see who it was. The necklace's glow intensified, illuminating the figure's face just enough for her to make out their features. "You?" she whispered, recognition dawning on her. But before she could say anything else, a wave of dizziness washed over her. The world spun, and she felt herself falling. The last thing she saw was the concerned face of the figure before everything went black.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

We all turned toward him. “This,” Uncle Lucifer said, his voice resonating through the room, “is a genuine copy of one of the Seven Books of the Fallen.” He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “This particular tome belongs to the realm of Wrath.” Uncle Lucifer said as I felt the room atmosphere stall at his words. The Seven Books of the Fallen were legendary, whispered about in hushed tones among angels and demons alike. “But there’s a catch,” Lucifer continued, interrupting my thoughts.

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.

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

He's a little damaged, but a strong Angel. • Kyle Fletcher: This young demon in all his glory is twenty-two. With eyes like those of a dragon, he's one of the strongest Demons currently alive. Unlike the general description of a demon, Kyle is calm and takes decisions after careful thought. He's 181 cm tall (5'11 ft), weight- 67 kg (147 lbs). MBTI type: ENFP. He is strong, both physically and mentally. Favorite color: Purple. Zodiac: Virgo. Jamie believes that Asa loves him because he's a lot like Vantae but hands down to the truth, the angel loves him for his red eyes. Not that it's the only reason, but it's one of the major things about Kyle that make the angel's heart beat faster. The you