Fallen Angel Female Names Novels & Stories

Gabriel’s lips curl into a sneer, “Are we going again through this? There are no other mates out there, Lucifer!” Just as he says the words, the earth starts to rumble again, and the patio doors tear off their hinges. “Fuck, is that..?” Fallon mutters as four armored archangel females step into view. They’re a frighteningly beautiful sight as they stand before us in their colored armor, large feathery wings and flaming swords. Apolliana leads in the front with her all-white regalia. Gabriel gasps as he realizes who each woman is. “No…” he mutters with disbelief, “…it can’t be.”

But what he was saying was making no sense at all to her. "No. Angels are the uncorrupted heavenly beings that serve the Almighty up in heaven. The Fallen are they that followed Lucifer down to earth, to corrupt the master's creation." "So you are a fallen? Because you're here! I know angels on earth aren't supposed to be seen." "I am not!" "Then what are you doing here Mr. Angel Sariel or whatever your name is?" She put on a serious expression. He laughed bitterly. He was getting frustrated what how lightly she was taking everything. He was risking so much being there with her, to help her accomplish her mission.

I have no idea where Xander is taking me, but I’ll pretty much go anywhere if it means talking to Meadow. However, when we show up at his parents’ house, I nearly make a run for it. I’ve already had to face Xander, his brother, the current Alpha, and his sister. Now, I’m going to meet one of the original Guardians and one of the strongest Alphas that has ever lived? Yeah, not high on my to-do list. Xander’s mother’s name suits her, Angel. She has long, straight white-blond hair. She’s short, shorter than me, making her nearly a foot shorter than Xander, with grey eyes. She has a kind face and shrewd eyes.

“Hello. I’m…” “Diabla.” I read the name from the employee tag atop her left breast. Was this a joke? Siren giggled and snorted and I knew she was behind this. She wasn’t wrong. Angelica was no angel. She was as alluring as sin. If she was the devil, I would kill anyone to go to hell. I had to forcefully peel my eyes off her before my brain could function again. In response to her new stage name, she flushed. “Yes.”

Faye frowned, but, nibbling her mouth, she thought about the possibility. "Perhaps he couldn't feel the presence of the demon inside her. Maybe your book was preventing this detection as well. What would make this crüel nun the receiver of one of the fallen angels of our world. Someone powerful enough to enter and leave our world, and go unnoticed for years trying to prevent you from remembering these powers.” "Some capital sin, like the two of you? "I besug, looking at each other. Faye hesitated. "There are many angels who have also fallen with us, in that rebellion and in so many others. Although there are only six of us who have been condemned to eternal punishment, the others are just as

and where she would go before Kara rushed inside my chamber. "The Angel is up but...gone..."

Ser got an invite because Silason was totally crushing on her and Ade was my plus one. Let’s get changed then. I told the girls to go and change first. Serphina went first and changed into a green dress which highlighted all of her curves and also her emerald eyes. She was exceptionally gorgeous. Serephina Freya Grey. She was the oldest child and her father and mine had been friends for a very long time. 'GIRL YOU LOOK GOOD.' Ade yelled. I personally think that that is all that she does. 'DAYUM BABY. YOU LOOK BEAUTIIFUL AS HELL. MATTEO FINNA BE DROOLING.' I screamed while winking at her.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

When we broke apart, barely able to breathe, I whispered, “We… we’ve crossed it, haven’t we? The line?” He smirked, dark and predatory, eyes smoldering. “We crossed it the moment you followed me into the fire. The moment you embraced the danger. The moment your heart chose obsession over caution. There’s no line left, Gina. Only us. Only fire.” I trembled, pulse raging, mind alight. “Then… we’re lost, aren’t we? Fully, completely lost.” “Yes,” he admitted, voice low, magnetic, pulling me close again. “And lost is the only place worth being. Because fire… obsession… desire… they don’t need boundaries. They only need surrender. And you… you’ve surrendered everything.”

A fallen angel. One about to kill. Again.