Fallen Angel 7 Novels & Stories

Click. “Valley Center for Youth Services, how can I help you?” Meekey’s voice caught in her throat. She had no plan for this moment. “Hi,” she said, trying to steady herself. “Is Natalie Cole in?” “Just a moment.” Hold music crackled through the line. Then— “This is Natalie.” Meekey’s knees buckled slightly. Her voice—deeper now, older. Confident. It wasn’t the voice of a child. “Hello?” Natalie asked again.

Faye frowned, but, nibbling her mouth, she thought about the possibility. "Perhaps he couldn't feel the presence of the demon inside her. Maybe your book was preventing this detection as well. What would make this crüel nun the receiver of one of the fallen angels of our world. Someone powerful enough to enter and leave our world, and go unnoticed for years trying to prevent you from remembering these powers.” "Some capital sin, like the two of you? "I besug, looking at each other. Faye hesitated. "There are many angels who have also fallen with us, in that rebellion and in so many others. Although there are only six of us who have been condemned to eternal punishment, the others are just as

Frizabelle elaborated on this, but Angel and Isabelle found it difficult to fully understand. “A rogue who has fallen should acknowledge that it is a lifetime commitment and not fear it. They must also recognize that their fallen state is a result of their excessive desire or negativity. This state is comparable to an emotional state that a person experiences.” Ceres contributed to Frizabelle's explanation. Angel and Isabelle took this advice to heart due to their current emotional turmoil.

I knew she was broken, hurt and drunk so I had to be careful with the words that came out of my mouth. She placed her small slim hand on my chest and unexpectedly my hand drifted to her hip and settled there, Iwas unable to pull back."Do you know why angels fall?" I asked. She tilted her head"Why?" "Because they are tricked by the devil." "You want to say you are a devil?" She chuckled and truth be told she really looks beautiful when she laughs."Of course not." "Then why say that?ls it because you are wearing a cap and glasses?" "You don't even know my name missy"

“Bloody angels and lords of hell.” Amara covers her mouth to stifle a giggle, but you can see the mirth behind her eyes. I guess it is funny to see centuries-old men act so childish. What she doesn’t understand is that Fallon is the son of the world’s most notorious angel. And as a fallen angel’s child, he is hated by all angels. I imagine by his reaction that he and Mathias have had some kind of negative encounter in the past. I mean, they are both legends in their own right. Everyone in the supernatural world knows about Fallon’s parentage. He’s the son of Lucifer and the vampire queen, Lilith. There are also stories of Fallon’s victories against the King of Hell and the ArchAngels. Consid

but all this was still my fault I fell back to the bed, and felt my inner demons trying to take over me To be honest, after I started to attend the therapy and all, the demons...the voices had reduced, but there were still there, I knew they were, and times like this, where the perfect opportunity for them to strike again, and tell me that those bastard words were true, and I should just die already, but I didn't wanted to listen to them, at least not until I speak to Lucas, so I covered my ears, and tried to distract myself with some other shit like playing videos games, or something, but no matter how I tried, all I kept on hearing like a mantra was that I was a disappointment, and a curse

"What? I am just asking how he is. Don't act out all jealous. He is pretty but I am a bros before hoes kind of guy." "Hoes?" Roy repeated. "Ah no Jeremy Chan is Angel. No fairy. No God in person. Okay?" Roy simply ignored Jun, feeling a burning sensation in his heart. He didn't like how Jun acted so close to Jeremy. They just met once and Jun was already using his cultural honorific with Jeremy. Jun sighed and headed for the customer gesturing for a refill. Roy checked the spirit shelves and the ingredients shelf before turning for his job, when a high pitched voice called out to him.

Angel adjusted the box she was holding under one arm and placed her free hand on her hip, looking at him with disgust for a moment before her face began to fall. “Don’t bother making promises you can’t keep and besides, it’s too late anyway.” The sadness in her voice might have been enough to tell Layon how she felt but it was in that moment that he saw a flash of memory in his mind’s eye, a woman who looked much like Angel but slightly older, a woman who was no longer around. The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack.

She tucked a few locks of her black hair behind her ear, dialed Amber’s number and placed the phone on her face. “Vanessa, Hiii…” Amber’s high-pitched voice blared through the phone. “Did you get my messages? Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” “Yeah, yeah,” Vanessa said it like a sigh. Her migraines were worsening, and she couldn’t tell if it was Amber’s voice that made it worse, or if it was the glaring sun burning over her head and causing all the cars in the park to glisten with a radiating yellow. “Amber, what do those pictures mean? That’s Tyler?” she asked, like she did not already know.

After taking the medicines from him, I finally came to my room once again. Angel was still unconscious. I felt relieved knowing that her temperature was back to normal now. "Oh Angel, what did you do? I'm sorry, my Angel, my beautiful flower, it's all my fault." Third Person Pov: With his eyes rimmed red, vision blurred with tears, he lowered his head as he held her cold hands in his, guiding them to his now tear-stricken face. He was crying after so many years; the remorse, the guilt and sorrow gnawing at his skin, as he laid his head beside her clasped hand.