Fallen Angels Background Novels & Stories

After brother Luci ignited a rebel and was banished from heaven, the greater one only, enjoy the full affection of the supreme one. Another area was for we the angels to sit, it was made up of golden chairs and another part was where the glorious singers are, this aspect consist of beautiful ladies with feathers too who use their voice in glorifying the supreme one,they always classify themselves as angel but i don’t count them as one of us, this faction was formed when brother Luci was banished. And the last segment, well I don’t know what it’s for, because nobody stays there, only the supreme one knows what he plans to do with it.

“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

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

he said softly, his voice hardly above a whisper. “Raziel” I rasped, my throat raw from grief. “You look like him when I first met him, so long ago.” I smiled at the thought. Met was probably the wrong word for how I had encountered Shamshiel. There are stages to grief, five to be exact. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. I had been pissed, beyond pissed, when I slew all those women. Shortly after the world went to shit and I vacillated between bargaining with God and depression. The world had become a desolate landscape since the angels had fallen, almost as if they sucked the life out of it. I would scream at the heavens, cursing God for what he had done then begging him

My breath hitches as a bloody image of a war plays before my eyes, and the faint cry of Sin's voice reaches my ears. I immediately bounce back from the painting, my heart racing. "Miss, are you okay?" I'm too distracted to give him a response. My eyes train on the two words written beneath the painting: Fallen Angels. I turn to him. "What are fallen angels?" He is hesitant. "You can tell me that at least, can't you?" He shifts on his feet. "That's a painting the king likes very much." "That's not the question I asked, is it?" I grit my teeth. "What are fallen angels?"

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

“I went crazy, but then Marcus told us he could be with you to make sure nothing bad happened.” “Something bad did happen to her.” Marcus said walking into the room. “I failed her over and over, and if she does make it out of this alive, I want you and her to go somewhere and hide.” He said looking at Carlos. “I don’t think she is ever going to be safe with me, I knew that from the start and I didn’t care.” He said looking at Anabel. “I do love you, but I think it’s time for you to go with the Angels that is where you belong.” “Not if Victor’s magic works.” Anabel said shaking her head. “I am not longer going to be an Angel, I am going to be a fallen one.” She said looking down at her hands,

"You can't possibly order me again to reject Eriol! It has taken a toll on me in the past! You don't know how much I suffered!" His jaw pressed into a hard line. I had to step further away for caution. Angels couldn't harm humans, but they can choose to be a Fallen Angel whenever they like it. "Demons don't know love Andrea. Angels, Fallen Angels, Demons and any other entities, we aren't worthy of a human's love. That is how the Cosmos made us." I lifted my chin in an act of defiance. "If there is no exception, then to hell with it, " I said and attempted to exit the room again.

Chapter 5: The Forgotten Beauty Six months had passed since the fateful day that changed everything. The setting shifted to a hospital ward, where a young girl lay motionless in a bed, surrounded by the beeping of machines and the sterile smell of antiseptics. The ward was dimly lit, with only a few rays of sunlight peeking through the blinds. The room was filled with various medical equipment, monitors, and IV poles, a testament to the girl's critical condition.

A) John Ozais Screeman B) Khloe Dave C) Maria D) Jace E) Juliet F) Sam G) Raphael H) Pete Pratt I) Butt J) Claire Johnathan K) Margaret Johnathan L) Hilda M) Arakah N) Azazel O) Hades P) Gefion Q) Morgana Le Fay R) Danrakah S) Abyss Whom amongst the fallen Angel's was punished greatly? A) John Ozais Screeman B) Khloe Dave C) Maria D) Jace E) Juliet F) Sam G) Raphael H) Pete Pratt I) Butt J) Claire Johnathan K) Margaret Johnathan L) Hilda M) Arakah N) Azazel O) Hades