Fallen Angel Broken Wings Novels & Stories

Her back was straight and her focus was on the Fallen. “She was making a threat.” Before the Fallen could even answer Amilia’s question, a voice already did just that. Both of them look at the now open window of Amilia’s room. There, the angel was sitting idly as he watches the exchange conversation between the two. “You’re here.” The Fallen states. As if he was waiting for the angel to appear. “I am.” The angel answers shortly. “He was making his moves right now. Maybe you are getting way behind him.”

'Kaiden, I will rip off those fucking dressings and cause you more fucking pain if you don't stop beating about the bush and give me a fucking name. I looked up at him, and he saw the heartbroken expression in my eyes as I whispered. 'The Fallen Angel.' The room went silent, and all eyes turned to look at me, wide with shock. 'Who did you say?' Bernard whispered, his gentle brown eyes so wide with shock that they looked like a cartoon. 'You heard me.'

Angel’s breath caught in the dark. “I close my eyes… and you’re… gone,” Tony confessed, closing his eyes. “Just like Antonia… just like my team. Like all the people I failed before you.” His voice cracked, low and raw. “I was already a broken man when we met…” And that was the truth. “But when I’m with you… I forget. I forget all about my demons. You made me forget what I am. You make me feel like I can breathe again. Like maybe… there was still some hope left. For me.”

he hopelessly, foolishly grabbed the rope as though holding it would save him from hanging. “Who is helping you?” she exhorted, her voice tinged with anger. Byron hadn't lied when he said he didn't know what a seraph is, but he was pretty sure it had something to do with angels, and if it made the demon this angry, maybe there was hope after all. “No one,” he argued. His stool shook again, and he felt his feet doing a little dance to keep his perch. “Someone,” she responded. “Someone summoned a wolf-seraph.”

But at this moment, he realized that I was gone for good. My wings had long grown strong enough to shatter the cage he had built around me. “Irina…” he murmured. The madness in his eyes was replaced by regret that had come a little too late. I did not spare him another glance. Protected by Professor Lawson and the security officers, I left without looking back. Sunlight streamed through the shaded path and cast a long shadow behind me. This time, I had rewritten my life on my own.

He forced himself to hold her amazing eyes, to give nothing away with his own. The truth was that The Fallen Angels were into all of the above – and a fuck-ton more. And that was just what Warren knew about. He suspected that Ace and Nails kept lots of things under wraps and just between them.

“Then who are you marrying? Everyone knows you are madly in love with me. Do you expect them to believe you would choose someone else?” He tilted his head, mockery sharpening his voice. “Besides me, there is only the sixth son. Cassian, the broken-winged one. His wings were shattered in that griffin crash, and he has hidden in the shadow halls ever since. Some say he will never fly again. Some say other things are broken too. What will you do, Elena? Spend your life with an angel who cannot even lift himself into the sky?” The hall laughed again. Just then, Cassian Seraphiel appeared at the entrance in a wheeled chair, pushed by an attendant. His face was pale, and his dark cloak covered the

I tried again but there was still nothing but silence. Suddenly a rock came flying into the room shattering the window making me scream. The rock landed right in front of me and I could clearly see that there was a paper attached to it. "Ace!" He yelled and a few seconds later a buff looking man ran through the door. "Yes sir," the man said to Theodore. "A rock was just thrown into this room from the window. Quick go find who it was," Theodore ordered and the man rushed out muttering something into his earpiece.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

" I roared, slamming the phone onto the ground. Jessica’s departure had left me utterly drained, yet these people continued to suck the life out of me like leeches, greedily feeding off my blood. I closed my eyes and buried my head in my hands, overcome by despair.