Fallen Angels Background Novels & Stories

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

"I am deeply and truly sorry, angel. Please find it in your heart to forgive me." His fingers lightly slid up her arm to the tiny sleeve of her nightwear and he slowly pulled the sleeve off her shoulder, replacing his fingers with his lips and she almost hissed in pleasure. "Greg..." She tried to speak but it only came out as a weak whisper. "Greg I..." She stiffened and felt him freeze behind her as they were interrupted by Cameron's loud wail.

Xavier smiled at him. "Are you still investigating Dante?" Nick raised his eyebrow and gave him a hard look. Xavier knew the look was fake, this was their routine, Nick would order him to stop his investigation and Xavier will continue, Xavier will get in trouble with the higher-ups and Nick would bail him out. It was what made them close, Nick had once told him that he admires his stubbornness. "No, he suddenly disappeared." Xavier said in a flat voice. "I'm sorry about that, kid. But I've got something even better for you." Nick was happy the investigation was over, it had turned out to be very dangerous and he just wanted out, so he offered to give him another operation to raise his spiri

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

We finished our unhealthy dinner with lots of burps and belched. I sensed he was eager to continue his story; Somehow I also got attracted to the story, seven angels; what happened to them? We sat on the comfy couch again; "So where were we," he purred. "You told me the seven names of the fallen angels," excitedly I answered him, "It was a booming sound for the creatures of the earth; scared and unknown to what happened, they started running here and there," he concluded his last line.

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?!"

Fallen is a race of celestial beings who were sent down to earth either as punishment or as a request made by them, they lose their wings in the process. Aryiks are a race of beings who are half werewolf half angels, they are granted angel lifespans and werewolf powers, including a wolf. They also allowed the fallen angels' powers to be passed unto them, however, can only be accessed until their 20th year. Most of the Aryiks born have their werewolf side more prominent than their angel side, therefore, losing their powers. My hair was originally the same as you're, but I cut mine, killing its magic and changing it to black.

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

His steel bluish orbs zeroed on the figure who was crouching on the semi plastered rough floor, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her one knee touching the floor and the other just few centimetres above. His Angel!!! ***

‘Angels are spiritual beings that can, to a certain degree, take on physical form at will. But when they descend to Earth as a Fallen Angel, they morph into a solid body, immortal yet dead, waiting for their final judgment to take place. They retain their abilities and powers; to use it for good or evil is their choice, but with the promise of Hell if they do so to hurt humans. Numerous reasons are present why an angel becomes a Fallen, but all of these led straight to their rules. Once broken, punishment is to be made. It is said that the greatest sin an angel can commit is to love something or someone more than God.’