Fallen Angel Scan Novels & Stories

high, I see don't get what he means by high, but whatever he says, I know I need to follow him. "and pls cover-up," he throws cloth at me, he must be very nice, I smile as I put on the clothes "that is a beautiful necklace," he say, I look down my naked, I didn't notice it, Alba has given me this necklace, the pendant is white crystal, is a holy necklace, the pendant will get black if I indulge in any evil things of the world, example, killing, sexual intercourse with human and many more, and if the pendant turns black it means, I'm a fallen angel and I will never be able to return to heaven, I shirk at the thought of it.

Her boot covered feet were very close to his laptop and any sudden movement would result in the fall of the laptop. "I go by the name Chiara and I'm here to see a patient of yours, Mr. Robert Brown." "I am sorry but I can't be of help, I do not have any patient with that name." Dr. Sawyer said. "He came here for a penis reconstruction and asked for utmost discretion." His fingers twitched and he looked away from her. "I do not know what you are talking about." He took his phone from his pocket and began to dial the hospital security.

It does not hurt, nor does she feel her magic draining. "Boo!" And she fall back when the Angel of Death just showed up out of nowhere. She blinked couple of times, breathing heavily when she finally saw his ice blue eyes. It was cold and terrifying. "Did your parents not tell you that staring at someone is rude?" "Where am I? What have you done to my friends?" Her voice shaky as she stands up, bravely facing him. "Did you kill them? Why have you taken me?"

Her back was straight and her focus was on the Fallen. “She was making a threat.” Before the Fallen could even answer Amilia’s question, a voice already did just that. Both of them look at the now open window of Amilia’s room. There, the angel was sitting idly as he watches the exchange conversation between the two. “You’re here.” The Fallen states. As if he was waiting for the angel to appear. “I am.” The angel answers shortly. “He was making his moves right now. Maybe you are getting way behind him.”

The doctor then looked me seriously in the eyes, “So Azz told me you don’t know a thing about the corruption prosses and sent me to explain everything.” I hung my head low, “Yeah… the process to become a demon….” Fayda then asked me to follow her as we went into a separate room to talk. We sat down at a round table as she gave me a stern look. There was an awkward silence before see began, “You see…. There are many different phases of the ‘fallen angel’. They vary depending on the being. But there are some common side-effects that all fallen angels have seemed to have so far.”

She smiles at me and squeezes my hand letting me know that she is happy so far. “Alright, now that we have a completed medical history let’s take a look and see where we are. I will try scanning on the surface first but if I cannot get a clear image then I may have to consider using the wand to do an internal exam instead.” I frown not liking that last one so I am hoping the stomach scan will be enough. Angel lowers her trousers below her stomach to her bikini line and raises her top to just below her breasts. Doctor Sydney then places a tissue to cover the edge of her trousers and tucks it under to stop the lube from touching the fabric.

Azazel mutters, confused. Lucifer shakes his head. “Yes, she is. I can see the outline of her wings and her angelic aura. Don't you see them, Fallon?” Fallon frowns as he runs his gaze over Lana in speculation. “I sense something, but I don't see it. How is that possible?” Lana backs away from the men's speculative gaze, her face set in a scowl. “Are you talking about me?” Lucifer nods, tilting his head sideways. “Yes, you, little one. And it's against hell's rules to help angels escape once they have fallen.”

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."

she called out, her voice trembling. A figure stepped out from the shadows, their features obscured by the darkness. Andrea's heart skipped a beat as she strained to see who it was. The necklace's glow intensified, illuminating the figure's face just enough for her to make out their features. "You?" she whispered, recognition dawning on her. But before she could say anything else, a wave of dizziness washed over her. The world spun, and she felt herself falling. The last thing she saw was the concerned face of the figure before everything went black.

Her hellfire traveled through the ground, then shot up like a pillar, completely catching the third angel within it. A sharp agonising scream filled the skies. It shocked the angel facing Vanora so much that Vanora got a clean strike through her chest. As Vanora stared at the second angel falling to the ground, she realised that she was still glowing white. The agonising scream was also ongoing. She looked back at the angel who was convulsing on the floor in pain. When they made eye contact, the angel shouted angrily, "What a sadistic and cruel power this is! You're so horrible!"