Fallen Angel Eyes Novels & Stories

I take a step closer to the fallen angel, leaving the oak tree behind as I curiously study him. I wonder why his hair and eyes are so dark. He has yet to give me an explanation. I thought angels had either blue or red eyes, depending on their diet. Adam, however, has eyes as dark as depression, combined with raven hair and black wings. "Aren't you going to say anything?" Adam asks. I suck in a deep breath. Adam is right. If he is dying, then this is my last chance to talk to him. "Those flowers you gave me," I squint my eyes at him, incapable of averting my eyes from his midnight ones. "Did you somehow make them appear out of nowhere too?"

Before my fist could even tap, the doors opened first. My eyes widened. Azrael stood there wearing a mask. My smile slowly grew. “Well...” I stepped closer. “Looks like I’ll be meeting my Angel tonight.” His smile turned dark. Sensual. He caught my waist and pulled me against him. “You catch on so quickly, my kitten. Welcome back to The Angel's Den.” A giggle escaped me when his forehead touched mine. "It's good to be back." His expression softened. “I love that sound so fucking much.”

And just like that she can sense that everyone left her alone. The atmosphere around her became colder than before and she felt someone untying her hands. His cold fingers graced over her pale skin and his slight touch made him realize who it is. She met with his cold flaring eyes as soon as he detached the blind fold from her eyes which made her to blink her eyes due to the sudden light hitting her face. His eyes were fixed on to hers as she blinked her eyes batting her long lashes. Her deep brown eyes which were now staring into his, the eyes which used to depict pure warmth and love towards him once were now stern and serious.

But Angel didn't think so. “Don't try to find something which will be your downfall… I'll send you back now,” Angel remarked coldly, before Elina could do anything, Angel waved his hand before her eyes and in a split second she saw a bright light flashed before her eyes, a low exclaim left her throat when she was sucked into a dark hole.

His steel bluish orbs zeroed on the figure who was crouching on the semi plastered rough floor, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her one knee touching the floor and the other just few centimetres above. His Angel!!! ***

I freeze in shock. The only eyes I've ever seen turn black this way are mine, which comes from my demon side. Was that what she was? I look up at Blair, who is still chanting, now only louder, with beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She falls to her knees as Amara continues to scream; her eyes are full black now. I can see Blair's eyes glowing violently white before she gasps and drops her hands. Amara's body instantly relaxes, and her eyes turn back to normal. They're both breathing heavily; I cup Amara's cheeks and kiss her all over her face, trying to calm both of us. She lets out a weak laugh as she grips her chest.

With every intention of leaving,I turned to slid off the stool but before I realized it,I had turned towards the direction of the person. It was a man. I became aware of a pregnant taut silence. Feeling absurdly compelled…I looked up and came face to face….eyeball to eyeball with a fallen angel who was looking right at me. A dark fallen angel. With eyes that seemed to glow green and gold under long back lashes and black brows…high cheekbones and a very enchanting lips. It drew my eyes and made me stop and linger. I had the most bizarre and urgent desire to press my lips against his mouth..to feel and taste its texture.

His voice was low and I found myself nodding immediately. "I just wanted to know what happened; I don't know why I tried to touch your hair." I tried shrugging the awkward tension off and sat up straight on the couch. He straightened his posture as well, without breaking eye contact with me. "Since you're curious, there is a time that comes every year when Fallen Angels get reminded of their sins and the reason behind them falling. It's a punishment given to us to be reminded of what we did wrong and the consequences that followed our actions.” That sounds tough but it does make sense. He continued, “We don't only get to remember the accident, we also have to feel every single emotion we fel

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...”

A powerful one. "Is that...?" Verenya whispered. I watched the falling light twist and spin toward the earth, glowing with heat and glory and sorrow. Feathers burned to gold. Grace unraveling in a firestorm. A fallen angel. Falling... not randomly. Falling toward Seralyn Keep. I smiled slowly and glanced at my sister goddess. "Interesting," I murmured. "Another piece on the board." Verenya arched a brow. "Yours?" "Oh no," I said, smirking. "I haven't touched the angels in centuries. This one's falling by choice."