Fallen Angel Broken Wings Novels & Stories

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...”

- Samael whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck, stepping down onto the bare shoulder. It was too much. Nadir felt great anger and pushed him away from her, slapping hard in the face. - Don't you dare to touch me ever again.- she hissed, staring at him with her eyes flashing lightning bolts. Samael groaned in pain and his eyes turned blood red, then he began to tremble. Two enormous jet-black wings rose from his back, a wild cry escaped from his chest, and his face contorted with fury. Nadir knew that she was dead, because what was happening to Samael now was called the Wrath of the Fallen Angel. During this attack, rational thinking was cut off and only instinct

And I love every second of it. Sin keeps his eyes on me, a hint of a smirk on his face as he sees my face morph in forbidden pleasure. He can't hold himself back anymore as he furiously pumps inside me. And then a beautiful thing happens. We both reach our high, the same time. But as he reaches his high, a faint shadow of wings spurt out of his back. Wings as large as his, is drawn on the walls behind Sin as he arches his back in pleasure. His wings aren't out, but the shadow erupts as if his black wings had sprung out of his back. The shadow grows with each moan he lets out, like they grow syllable by syllable, covering half of the room, and the tips reaching the ceiling. I am partly glad I

Electic sparks were flying everywhere. Her body broke into cold sweats. Her frantic gaze searching for Theo. Fear squeezed the air from her lungs when she couldn't find him. She was on her own. Angela gulped hard and wheeled her chair towards the exit. Her limbs were shaking, her gut was clenching with dread. Flames prowled around them like a deadly predator. Someone bumped into her wheelchair from behind causing it to turn over. A hiss tore through her throat as she fell to the ground. Her head hit the chair's arm prompting a whimper from her. She pushed the chair off her body with her shaky hands and struggled to get up. But it seemed like an impossible task. Damn her legs, they had sudden

These souls would be reborn after some time into humans limiting the existence of supernaturals to some extent save for a handful of cases over the past few centuries. At first, the two kinds lived together mingling and being a part of each other's life. They weren't divided into separate worlds like they are now and it all happened in the name of love. Talking about the present time, there are two worlds divided by the darkness named Void. Utopia is the place said to be the home of white-winged beings while Abyss is the home to coal-winged beings. If the two different creatures were to stand in front of anyone without their wings out, it would be impossible to distinguish. The only thing al

I asked for the most reasonable reason why she was complimenting me out of the blue in a weird way. Her light brown curls bounced as she shook her head. "No." Putting her feet firmly on the ground, she stood up. "Bye, Autumn. I'd be careful if I were you." She started to walk away. "Wait, be careful of what?" I stood and took a hold of her shoulder. She looked at my hand, and I dropped it. When her eyes finally locked with mine, they glinted with humor and amusement. "Because sometimes angels fall and break their wings." * * *

, I told her softly and she breathed in like five times, her eyes starting to water. “Other people looked on like it was the most normal thing in the world, Xander”, her voice broke as she spoke and that broke my heart further. “What if you were not there? What if it was just Chelse and I? I’d have been taken advantage of. The worst could have happened”, her voice broke and she started crying again. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, angel. I’m sorry”, I kept repeating how sorry I was while plotting how to end that bastard in my head.

A fallen angel. One about to kill. Again.

A desire to control others is the underlining reason behind all this, and who is the father of control but the fallen angel, Lucifer, who lost control and hates all that is from Yahveh. "Hence the message of the second angel," Babylon is fallen, "marks a great divide." The fifth angel sounded his trumpet, and I saw a star that had fallen from the sky to the earth. It's a typical urban fairy tell but there is more truth around us about angel-lost and fallen and only very few of them can find their way back. Dwight Eisenhower had led a fractious alliance—you didn't tell Winston Churchill what to do—in a massive, chaotic war. So it was easier to discern the order in the sky than farther north o

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.