Fallen Angel Lucifer Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Bloody angels and lords of hell.” Amara covers her mouth to stifle a giggle, but you can see the mirth behind her eyes. I guess it is funny to see centuries-old men act so childish. What she doesn’t understand is that Fallon is the son of the world’s most notorious angel. And as a fallen angel’s child, he is hated by all angels. I imagine by his reaction that he and Mathias have had some kind of negative encounter in the past. I mean, they are both legends in their own right. Everyone in the supernatural world knows about Fallon’s parentage. He’s the son of Lucifer and the vampire queen, Lilith. There are also stories of Fallon’s victories against the King of Hell and the ArchAngels. Consid

“Well, I suppose that’s because I’m not all demon, love. I’m part archangel remember?” I roll my eyes. Oh yes, of course, how could I have forgotten he is a fallen angel. Fallen angel s***h demon god thingamajig. I guess I’m humor him and call him Lucifer too. Lucifer chuckles. “The sarcasm in your thoughts is about as entertaining as the sarcastic words coming out of your lips, my dear.” “Stay out of my head!” I huff in frustration. Could he be anymore annoying? “But your thoughts are so delicious to listen to, about as delicious as your mouthwatering little body.” Lucifer states as he gives me a look over, frowning in disappointment. “It’s a shame you decided to cover it up. We could have

Every day I cried for you, thinking the Goddess was showing me what could have been, but she was actually showing me what was to come. Your birth mother was an angel, and your birth father a demon. I was near a river I often visited when I heard your mother's sobs. She was clutching you, and when we locked eyes with me, she handed you to me and grabbed my hand, showing me everything that had happened through her touch. Your father was a demon, and despite their races, they were madly in love. Your father is the King of the Underworld. An angel's highest rank is a guard of the Gods and Goddesses themselves; your mother was the daughter of Jeremiel, one of those guards.

These souls would be reborn after some time into humans limiting the existence of supernaturals to some extent save for a handful of cases over the past few centuries. At first, the two kinds lived together mingling and being a part of each other's life. They weren't divided into separate worlds like they are now and it all happened in the name of love. Talking about the present time, there are two worlds divided by the darkness named Void. Utopia is the place said to be the home of white-winged beings while Abyss is the home to coal-winged beings. If the two different creatures were to stand in front of anyone without their wings out, it would be impossible to distinguish. The only thing al

It was enough to push him over the edge. Lucifer couldn't hold back any longer and buried himself deep inside her. He moaned, shouting as he came intensely. Lucifer had to keep his eyes closed to avoid seeing stars. He collapsed on top of Lucinda, taking a deep breath, and rolled off her.

"Where have you been?" Sweet is my best friend and she is also the secretary of Lucifer himself, and she refuses to tell us how he looks until he reveals himself to us. All we know is that he is not an old man, that is overweight and has a lot of cats. Nope, he was fairly young, in the late twenties and Sweet confirmed he turned twenty-seven this year but no one knew when. Sweet gave us bits of information but most of the time she was selfish. "Relax, Sweety. He isn't here yet." I said calmly and continued what I was busy with.

My knees trembled at Lucifer's stare. "W-what do you want?" I asked. Lucifer wasn't one of the friendly and fun-loving angels in the Kingdom. He was the most devious species that ever existed to the point that everyone here was doing their best to avoid him. He playfully smirked. "Guess what." I looked away, I couldn't even stand his creepy grin.

“This isn’t you Angel …” “Did you know Lucifer was an angel before he fell? I have fallen. I am no longer the Angel, you know. Leave!” I say as I look away, waiting for the door to close and when it does, I breathe a breath of relief. Peace at last. I have all I need right here. My daughter and my boy. I will be fine, we will be fine. Or are those some famous last words?

“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.

Chaos told her. "So you are trying to tell me that I am Zia and in my past life I am one of the fallen angel's daughter?" "Exactly," Chaos nodded his head. "But not just any angel, but the one who leads the others to fight the Creator." "So you are among the fallen angels?" "Yes, one of the originals. When we came down here, we saw our mates and bear children with them, demons, and that is how we multiply." Chaos said. "But as the years went by, Zia was reborn as you and Moon was reborn also." He added.