Fallen Angel Woman Novels & Stories

She yelled and all her subordinates fell out. "Y'all should wash your faces from that water..." She pointed to a bowl as the section was getting better. It was then...a little force got radiated into the chamber. Kara and others had done what they were asked but one person. Lady Marsh.. they had realized she was the only one left among the caretakers of the angel that didn't take the water yet. I only felt Mother's force as it dragged the water by magic and flung it against her...to tinge her at least but..lady Marsh..walked out on us...posing while every other thing transpired in slow motion.

Maria obeyed this request, standing uncertainly in front of her. - Whatever you will see now...- Nadir turned to Juan and Miguel.-... don't be afraid for Maria, because she won't get hurt, or anyone else in this room.- she assured and turned her gaze back to Maria. Suddenly, from behind Nadir's back, two huge, pitch-black wings rose, her eyes literally lit with fire, and a terrifying growl emerged from her mouth. It was Nadir's form as Fallen Angel, and she turned into it to induce an instinctive reaction in Maria, and she succeeded. People who did not know about the angelic element that was in them usually found out about everything suddenly when they encountered a demon or a Fallen Angel o

I constantly ask myself why I even try but then I take one look at Adrian and immediately know why. My name is Madison Rain Rivera and this is how The Decadence of The Fallen’s Adrian changed me forever.

the familiar voice said. Angel was standing over her, blonde curly hair flowing down her shoulders. Marcu’s woman had a commanding presence about her, with her bright blue eyes, and toned body, shown off in a tight tank top and a pair of blue shorts. Just by the way Angel carried herself, one would understand she was not to be toyed with. Madchen gawked at the beautiful woman in confusion, trying to wrap her head around this unusual family she had become a part of. Angel, as if on cue, began with a vague explanation of sorts.

My name was Lindsey Hawthorn, and I had struggled with this compulsion for as long as I could remember. Everyone always thought I was a good, quiet girl, but only I knew the truth—the intense, almost unbearable craving I had for men. Just the sight of a strong, muscular man was enough to make me weak. By the time I reached college, this need had completely spiraled out of control. Sometimes, even the slightest friction while walking would trigger an overwhelming release. People would stare, probably thinking I had wet myself.

“That was a joke, sorceres girl. I guess you simply shove it. How should I know? It’s you sorcereses who keep Addict angels locked up and cruelly train them as if they need saving simply because they’ve become addicted to the joys of humanity. Although, admittedly, that risks them joining the ranks of the Fallen.” I blinked. “Imagine that I understand nothing.” “Ridiculously simple to do.” Mischief snatched my hair, at the same motherent that he slammed my hand onto the door. “Behind here, lies an angel who has done nothing worse than love humans. Merely by being on Earth, however, and outside Angel World, we angels slowly become Fallen angels. If I were to step outside the spelled protectio

the woman continued, and both Renriel and Kalias - took a candle sculpted with symbols and roses, lighting their wicks in their way. The young woman who Alice now thought was a priestess of the moon goddess - moved as if dancing through the gazebo, and with bells ringing in the background, carried by the night breeze - the pale woman began the ritual that would once and for all change the world of shadows and the kingdoms that lay within it.

Beneath that super-short skirt, there was only a pair of white panties, which looked extremely enticing with black stockings. I nearly got a nosebleed. Her little stunt made her boyfriend look bad. Fortunately, there was no one around, and I was hiding in a relatively secluded corner, so no one noticed me. In a fit of anger, the man just turned and walked away. He left the beautiful woman alone in the cold wind, crouching on the ground and bawling her eyes out. As she cried, the alcohol began to take effect. She tipped over and passed out right on the curb.

“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.

Angel adjusted the box she was holding under one arm and placed her free hand on her hip, looking at him with disgust for a moment before her face began to fall. “Don’t bother making promises you can’t keep and besides, it’s too late anyway.” The sadness in her voice might have been enough to tell Layon how she felt but it was in that moment that he saw a flash of memory in his mind’s eye, a woman who looked much like Angel but slightly older, a woman who was no longer around. The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack.