Fallen Angel Lucifer Mga Nobela at Kwento

Where I felt like a crumpled mess, Rayne's gaze was blank as if he had not just kissed the life out of me. I maintain my stubborn stance even though I desperately want to flee from the foreign feelings his touch brings to me. His fingers caress my skin, harshly yet enjoyable. How am I supposed to explain this conflicting feelings. "I have no idea what you are talking about," I said in reply to his earlier statement. My voice shook as I spoke. His gaze darkened for the third time that night and the next things he said was like a confirmation to my delusional palette. "Get down on your knees, Lilith." My name on Rayne's lips right now is like a curse, a testament to my impending doom.

Cool fingers met his heated skin. ‘Cold!’ Angel whimpered and squirmed. “W-what is that?” he asked in-between kisses. The asshole answered simply: “Lube.” He poured it all. “Of course, you’re a fucking boy scout, you damned incubus…” his face was red as hell. The man only chuckled on the nickname. “You are a literal demon scout leader!” Angel continued. The devil laughed out loud again. Then one slick hand wrapped around Angel’s hardness. Pumped. Firm.

“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.

Lucifer growled in rage and it came like a thunderous shock to her. Her jaw dropped open and her gaze averted to Lucian who was smirking at her. She turns to look at Lucifer,"What…what?". Jessica stuttered, finding it hard to believe. [FLASHBACK] LUCIFER POV I had to leave the hall after Lucian had mistakenly spilled his drink on me. I ascended the stairs till I got to the hallway then entered my room. I went into the bathroom, turned on the tap in the sink and cupped my hand for the water to fill in before using it to wipe the stain on my robe.

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******

Rubbing his eyes by his thumb and index finger, he tried to get a clear view of the world around him. As soon as he could make out the situation, his eyes moved to his Angel, in hope of seeing her up and laughing at his hysterical state, making fun of him for looking berserk, in hopes of seeing those illegal dimples that come out each time her lips curled up in a mirthful smile, and the way her pretty brown eyes sparkled each time she teased him. But contrary to his presumption, there she was, lying on the bed, unmoved, like a broken doll. The only way he could differentiate was that his Angel was breathing. His heart fell looking at her state. His mind and heart kept blaming him for this si

his eyes were black as night, his hair had blazing flames on them, his hands were also on fire, he looked like a witch that possessed the fire element. He was unrecognizable as his features looked nothing like that of a werewolf at that moment. He looked more like a demon from hell, the people around took couscous steps back not wanting to be close to the demon their alpha has become, some of the pack warriors shifted to their werewolf forms getting ready for anything. “Lucifer has risen.” Whispered Lune Katherine to herself, Mercy took steps forward while Collin was looking at Damien waiting for him to get up from the ground. No one knew what he will do to him should he manage to get up fro

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

“I may have a little crush on Lucifer.” There’d been a time when I’d thought hiding the fact that I was a sorceres from my boyfriends was hard and unfair. Now I knew that there was a whole supernatural world out there with ancient wars, alliances, and allegiances and none of them as straightforward as my aunt or any of the covens liked to pretend. But Lucifer was a thing too…? “Lucifer is a fabulous Fallen angel.” Siobhanny twirled, licking her mouth. Her honeysuckle scent wafted over me. “He’s a vampire, and the type of enemy who’d look simply hot smothered in chocolate sauce or chains.”

This should be Nate. Nate! The second that I think of him, I start sobbing. “Please!” I cry. Lucifer looks up at me. “Stop fighting it, Angel. I know that this is all new for you and you are still adjusting, but you are mine. You have been mine since the dawn of time. I will never let you go.” Fingers push into my core and my body clenches around them. “That’s right, baby. That feels good, doesn’t it?”