Fallen Angel Eyes Novels & Stories

Ace’s black eyes flashed. “You do know that I’ve lost eleven of my Fallen Angels brothers in the past two months, all because I told you about some shit that we were involved in? Eleven men, Taylor, eleven men that I cared about like they were my own blood… they died, and they died because of me.”

I saw Kenneth’s wings flair and spread wide, the purple becoming absorbed by the inky night. A beam of light shot from the nest, straight up into the night. We watched, awestruck, as the angel unfurled his pure white wings. They shot from his body in a motion so fast I almost didn’t see it, snapping open as his bright blue eyes scanned the ground. His eyes practically glowed, a bright sapphire set in his angular face. His features smooth as porcelain, long black hair dancing in the wind behind him, with a silver streak right toward the front. He was beautiful, truly beautiful, and I knew exactly who he was. Only one angel had eyes like that, Shamshiel. A shiver went through me as I recalled

She shut her eyes. "How much for the oranges?". A sexy velvet voice inquired. Joni's eyes flew open and widened in shock as she stared at the person in front of her. He wasn't just a person but a drop dead gorgeous fallen angel with gray eyes and a shock of black hair. He was dressed in a white button down shirt, black jeans and... She bent her head to look under the table. White designer sneakers. "Miss?". The fallen angel frowned and snapped his fingers in front of her face making her jump.

I walked out of the cafe ignoring them. I walked a few steps ahead but collided with a wall, a wall in the middle of the road? I raised my head and my eyes fell on icy cold, devilish eyes, his mesmerizing orbs fixed with mine for a mere second and his stare turned warm. He was boring his soul in mine, and for a split of a second I melted into his eyes. "You were saying something Angel?" his voice broke the air in the atmosphere. "I..." I started nervously but couldn't form any words, his eyes raked my body giving me shivers, aroused me even more.

“There are two choices; first, the angel's memories will be erased, he will be born again to gain his wings and become a guardian angel. It’s like a reincarnation.” "Second?" I asked, curious. "He will become a fallen angel." "What does that mean?" “Fallen angels become an oculus, an immortal person who sees everything. They can see every creature God made like ghosts, goblins, dwarfs, you name it. They can see them all.” “You are an oculus, a fallen angel? You choose to be— “ “I choose to live with the memories of the human I loved,” I saw pain in his eyes for a while. "I choose to live like this, it's hard that's why I kept myself in this book shop for years."

Maybe I could make an excuse after one song. “What’s your name?” he suddenly asked, staring straight into my eyes. He has blue ocean eyes too, just like Lucifer. Maybe it’s really common in their family to have those pretty eyes. He has thick eyebrows too but he has a scar on his left cheek. “I-I’m Angela, Angela Santos is my name, y-your highness…” I noticed a playful smile on his face. “You can just call me Cleoffe.”

‘I am Ruby Evans. I shook my head as another voice dominated my senses. Gone was the beautiful female before me. Now, what I saw was a poisonous female with green eyes that blazed with mirth. Seeing her blonde hair made me sick. I wanted to vomit when I remembered how my former mate used to care for her hair and praise it with so much sincerity. Sensing a soft touch on my shoulder, I looked up and found Dante’s gaze on me. His brows furrowed, but he didn’t ask anything, perhaps because Ayla was here.

"Don't you think it's also embarrassing to break up with me in front of everyone? You're really something," I shot back. I was ready to leave, but he grabbed my arm. At that moment, I wondered if I should have had my eyes checked back then. How had I ever found him appealing? "That's enough now. You are being rude." My anger was rising, yet he still clung to my hand stubbornly. When I turned around, I was taken aback.

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

But what could be happening to me, could it be that I’m now having thought contradicting my main purpose on earth, I’ve never fell in love before, so I don’t know it symptoms. But could it really be that I was falling for the perfect one, I don’t know But I think it could smear my mission because the two of us are in different world, her in the physical realm while I was in the spiritual one, so we aren’t a perfect match. But even if we aren’t a perfect match or that we couldn’t see, it’s really wrong against my principle as an angel to fall in love with a human being, we’re not even allowed in heaven to fall in love with the females ( choirs ) there .