Fallen Angel Woman Novels & Stories

The one small victory that he’d managed to claim and hold onto in these nightmare eight months was that he hadn’t had sex with any of the women who got passed around the club like goddamn bottles of ketchup. Not that they were bad people, some of them. A few of them were actually incredibly sweet girls, and Warren didn’t know why they’d hang around The Fallen Angels, sucking and fucking the men on demand. On the pool tables, under the bar, in the back rooms – if a guy asked, some woman would happily deliver. Warren had never asked, never would ask. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t get asked, and he’d perfected the cold, hard, angry stare to back up his refusals.

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.”

That woman had his suit jacket wrapped around her hourglass figure, that woman was looking straight at me and shaking her head in disbelief; That woman was Angel. I smiled ruefully and returned my attention to the woman I knelt beside. I wonder how I was unable to miss the fact that the woman I'd saved was skinnier and had the fairest skin that'd been hidden in ink, I wonder why I didn't notice that I'd seen her bra and panties somewhere before, I wonder why I refused to deduce the fact that the woman I'd saved didn't need saving; she was already dead. Her striking blue eyes was all I remembered before giving my permission to be pulled into the dark abyss of torture that awaited me in hell.

It’d seemed like a good idea, but now…? Now Michael’s emotions were involved and so were hers and, Hades, she couldn’t even manage to stick to her convictions about not falling for a Human. Falling for—? No. She was not falling for him. She wasn’t. Really. Angel sat up and smoothed her pants over her knees. There was a difference between wanting someone and falling for him. Huge difference. Life-altering differ-ence. She hadn’t fallen. Had she?

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.” “You mean like what happen before?” “Yes. One of them are lost of control over emotion. Another one, is a spike in untrained power.” I inquired, “Do you mean when I broke the shelf with the broom? Isn’t that dangerous?” “Yes. It is why many demons fear fallen angels. It’s because of how unruly they can be at times. Some would even go out of their way to kill a fallen angel to protect themselves.” she explained. I gasped in realization, “can that be why Ace w

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.

It was as if everyone else faded away and there was only her there as she looked back once for Xavier and Amelia to turn back to a nurse rolling a woman in a bed. She tripped over the bed, before falling over on the floor the woman grasped her hand as they both hit the ground. Jasmine tried to remove her hand quickly, but the woman had a vice grip. It glowed as it had when she touched Mrs. Jenkins back at her home, unaware and on it’s own without her controlling it. The woman woke before Jasmine knew what she was doing. She jerked away as she hit the wall trying not to hyperventilate. “What have you done?” A voice yelled out at her. Jasmine screamed as she saw the Angel from earlier, walking

The guilt that I'm the reason she's dead gnaws at me, so I speak, trying to avoid it. "But I thought it was dangerous for angels to be in the underworld? Like their body rejects it. At least that's how my mother explained it in a letter." I ask him "For long periods of time, that's true for other angels, but she could pass through just fine when I marked her. The issue was the pregnancy, pregnancy is very, very rare in angels, and their bodies require a perfect environment to sustain it. She couldn't very well have a safe pregnancy in the God realm, considering she was hunted for her union with a demon, and her father was determined to kill you." he says as if he's told the story a hundred t

She had strayed from her goal for far too long, but now she was finally back on track. As she gazed into the mirror, Emilia's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing her reflection. Her once luminous skin now looked pale and thin, her cheekbones jutting out prominently from her face. The vibrant, radiant woman she once was had given way to a fragile, weakened version. Still, amidst the frailty, her beauty shone through - a haunting, ethereal quality that seemed almost otherworldly.

she was barely speaking above a whisper. "Would I lie?" I maintained eye contact, now a straight face as my expression. A resigned sigh escaped the Goddess' lips. "Which demon?" I flashed a fanged smile, leaning on her podium. "This newly darkened angel had fallen in love with the Prince of Hell." Astrania held onto the podium to keep from falling in any direction. It took a few tense moments for my words to fully sink in before her expression changed to bewilderment. "Erys Sentis? Are you serious?!"