Fallen Angels Background Novels & Stories

‘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.’

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.”

I want to make sure you’re safe because of my background whoever is around me is always in danger from my past. Your mate Jaz

The sound of fists meeting canvas and bags thudding in rhythm spilled out of the open side door. Her stomach twisted. This was where they used to meet. Drew,Marcus, Rico and Her. Deals were made in the locker room. Drops were planned in the back alley. It had been home once. A twisted kind of family. A voice cut through her reverie. “Meekey?” She froze. That voice had lived in her head through every sleepless night, every rage-filled silence. Familiar and venomous. She turned. Drew?

Ace’s black eyes flashed. “You do know that I’ve lost eleven of my Fallen Angels brothers in the past two months, all because I told you about some shit that we were involved in? Eleven men, Taylor, eleven men that I cared about like they were my own blood… they died, and they died because of me.”

Once the door closed behind me, I leaned against it for a moment, my breathing still unsteady, but clear enough for one realization to hit me. I’d fallen too deep for a man who didn’t even see me as someone worth thinking about. “Good job, Angela,” I whispered. “You might’ve fallen for a man who will never be yours. You’re just… a part of his life. Something he uses. And leaves whenever he wants.” “What are you? Stupid? Desperate? Or do you really just enjoy being hurt?”

I pull away from his touch, nausea rising. — You don’t know the family? — His voice drips with sarcasm. — Azazel is your vicarius’s father. And “whisper” is what angels do to influence your mortal little minds when you’re asleep. The fallen ones do it too. Pressure builds at the sides of my head and the ground tilts for a second. Brinna was never a club girl, but one day she came to work saying she wanted to celebrate her birthday at the new place in town. I said yes. I never imagined that...

“We helped you get your Beta rank back, but we can also tear you down. Keep that in mind. It’s your call.” With that, Jannik left the room. Dane threw the whiskey glass that was sitting on his desk at the closing door. Whilst he quietly hoped it smashed into the back of Jannik’s head, the door closed and instead it shattered into a thousand pieces on the back of it. Dane leaned back in his chair and exhaled. He’d made a deal with the devil, and now the devil wanted something back in return.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."