Fallen Angel Eyes Novels & Stories

What no I don't what is happening to me, I hate this man but God why does he make me feel this way. That's when it happened again the color of his eyes started changing shades. "No-Mate." "Wh-" it was like he was having a full on conversation with himself. That's when his eye color changed back to green. All the tingly sensation suddenly were gone the moment he looked at me, all the love he had in his eyes gone. He then pushed me off him, the moment he did that I scrapped my arm and fuck it hurt, he saw his work but he didn't care, he then stood up and wiped off the invisible dust from his suit and he went out of the cell.

Fallen is a race of celestial beings who were sent down to earth either as punishment or as a request made by them, they lose their wings in the process. Aryiks are a race of beings who are half werewolf half angels, they are granted angel lifespans and werewolf powers, including a wolf. They also allowed the fallen angels' powers to be passed unto them, however, can only be accessed until their 20th year. Most of the Aryiks born have their werewolf side more prominent than their angel side, therefore, losing their powers. My hair was originally the same as you're, but I cut mine, killing its magic and changing it to black.

But with the exception of JD putting a gray cardigan on and Adrian wearing a black suit jacket over his shirt. I waited with bated breath as Adrian walked towards the microphone stand and held onto it with his right hand. "Hi. I'm Adrian and we are The Decadence of The Fallen," he said with a somber expression before turning to introduce the rest of his bandmates, "On lead is JD, Warren is on bass, and Bash on drums. Our first song is something I wrote a few months ago and it's entitled Tears In The Rain..." Bash then started setting the rhythm of the song with his sticks as JD played his guitar with Warren following his lead. After the short intro, Adrian began to sing.

She also noticed how sad his eyes were. "Why do you have lonely eyes? You are supposed to be evil," she finally spoke to him. Even though she wants to punch this evil shit head, she will wait. "You are my enemy." He inhaled sharply before answering. "I can't answer why. I have this since the first time I opened my eyes. And yes, I'm your enemy. I am evil." "Why is that so easy for you to say? Angels are not supposed to be bad. Unless you are a fallen angel and you are delivering us to hell."

she asked gently, knowing very well how hard was this for me. I avoided her eyes, trying to absorb how gorgeous she had become. Her wavy hip-length black pitch had fallen like a waterfall from her shoulders and her skin was even fairer than I remembered, she was about a head taller than me, inheriting her height from her family. And finally, my eyes landed on her lilac eyes glowing like a pair of jewels and my heart skipped a beat. • • • • • •

I could feel my skin tingling and shrinking. I proceeded to the coffin, seeing only the tip of Angel’s nose protruding through the little hole. Slowly, I put down the tray on the lower lid, and opened the upper one, revealing her face. Her skin was shiny, and her clothes were drenched in sweat. Only her nose stood out with its redness from having been exposed to the cold. Her eyes were sleepy, eyelids swollen and darkened. She was palpitating. I reached out my hand to her cheeks and started shaking her head from one side to the other. Her body temperature felt hotter than the white hot explosion of plasma.

“Completely. Twisted. Obsessed. All of it.” He smirked, dark and predatory, eyes smoldering. “Good. Because once you’re mine… there’s no turning back. And I… I’ve never wanted anything more than this. Than you. Than fire in the dark.” We stood there, wrapped in fog and shadow, hearts racing, desire tangled with obsession, danger pressing from every side. And I realized, terrifyingly and thrillingly, that we were already beyond redemption, beyond reason, beyond the world that had tried to keep us apart. We were lost—and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

The angel who had a feathery, white and vast wings rattled a noise and flew towards the struggling demon. Damona's eyes glowed when she saw the angel in front of her. Damona suddenly gets frozen while staring at the angel who had the face of Azrael. His feathery, white and strong wings were shining so bright causing her to gasp in awe. Their gaze connected and it looked like they couldn't tore their gaze away from each other. Suddenly, Damona's eyes turned back to silvery red color and was no longer imitating the fire. It was oddly calm and looked lost while staring intensely at the angel's mesmerizing golden brown eyes. The angel's presence oddly calmed her down. She felt the strong connect

Angel sobbed as her legs went limp, causing her body to fall to the floor. "Why are you so evil..." Angel burst into tears, her shoulders shaking violently. She closed her eyes with both hands covering her face, her brain began to focus on Erick's house, which she visited several times. Suddenly, a strong wind rolled over Angel's body again, taking him to the place he kept imagining in his mind. "Aaarrrkkhhh...." Angel screamed when he felt his body land roughly again, this time on a fairly hard surface. He winced, starting to open his eyes with a sob. His puffy eyes wandered with his brows furrowed deeply, staring at the magnificent building towering in front of him.

I want to stay with you as long as I live. Arin - Yes. Off course. Why not. You are just mine. In night Arin thinking that he is an angel. If he will marry with Isla then he loss his all power. But he love Isla and want to marry with her. The God and all angles seeing all things. They decide to talk with Arin about Arin and Isla. It was a full moon night. Angels come to their true form on this night and they cannot assume any other form on this night.So,Arin locked him in a cave.