Fallen Angels Book Characters Novels & Stories

Those wings looked scary, at least in Reiji's eyes, not that he would voice it out loud. "Fallen Angels are Angels that have fallen from the grace of God due to having "impure thoughts" that divert them from the teachings of the God in the Bible. The leaders of Grigori were tempted by human women and had fallen after having sex with them. And despite being cast out of Heaven, Fallen Angels can still use the power of light." - Akeno explained seriously to the men, they just paid attention. They were shocked, they didn't know about that except for Reiji because of family circumstances.

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

Arabella knocked twice against the door, then entered the space. She found the man sitting in his armchair, calmly reading a book. He was wearing only dark jeans, with the absence of a t-shirt. Arabella watched that man trapped in his own world. Damon stood in the dim light of the lamp on his desk, partially covered by the darkness that never left him. A beautiful face trapped in a rotting soul would be Banks's cross. He was a fallen angel, and she would give anything to be the one to save him. And Arabella was still watching him carefully when the man looked up.

, I nodded in the direction of Chelsea and Tracy that were so engrossed in what they were discussing that they did not even notice what was going on in their surroundings. "Alan Westwood", he stretched out his hands and I gently shook them. He was totally my type but I did not feel attracted to him at all. He wasn't Alexander. "Dalia Taylors", I said back and he smiled at me. "A pretty name for a pretty angel like you". I felt my heart dropped when he called me angel. Only Alexander made that term sound so sexy and I did not realize how much I wanted him until that moment. Alan and I talked for a while before someone called him and he left to talk to the person. I realized he was part of Ale

I scoffed. "She is not just an ordinary woman,she is the chosen one" "Chosen one?" Is she a human?" I inquired. "I really don't know,my Lord..From what I saw she looks like a human but I could perceive the fragrance of the fallen Angels emitting from her" "The fallen Angels?" I exclaimed, shocked. "Yes my lord" "No! This can be!! What should I do?"I inquired.. The fallen Angels are one of the strongest pillars of Earth.

It wasn’t the strangers, the shadows, or even fate itself. It was me. My surrender. My obsession. My choice to let him consume me, even when I knew it was reckless, dangerous, and forbidden. Even as he disappeared into the night, leaving me trembling and breathless, I knew the truth: the collision of desire and danger had changed everything. My world, my heart, my body, my mind—everything was consumed by the fire he ignited. Some obsessions aren’t meant to be tamed. Some desires aren’t meant to be denied. And some people… are impossible to resist, impossible to escape, and impossible to forget. And I was already lost.

I do not know for sure, but those two words popped out of my head when I made a bargain with Raphael. Yes. I made a bargain with an archangel. This Being entered in my dream and told me everything that had happened, from the murder of my first husband down to the last. But, I am not surprised with this at all. I already knew that it was Aeshma who did it. Who else would be the culprit than a supernatural entity right? All deaths were unexplained. There were no clues as to whoever did the appalling deed. I don't know that angels can kill a human, but I do believe that Fallen Angels can. And I had a great feeling that my love, Aeshma, was not an archangel anymore but a Fallen One. His black wi

“If she’s going into Level 6, she’s not going alone—not really.” “Operation full exposure,” Charles muttered, rolling up his sleeves. “Let’s bring down a monster.” “Or create one,” Emily whispered under her breath

“I’m just thankful that we are still your mates, I was worried that things would end up being different with you not being a fallen.” I shook my head in shock. “What’s a fallen?” “They were angels in past lives and they’re used as tools to combat demons. They’re extremely rare because they’re normally killed off but you had survived. Baby, what I’m telling you is the truth.” He said. “This is a bit much for me to digest honestly, I barely know any of you.” I told him. A fallen? What’s he going on about things being different? I’m so confused. “I made you fall in love with me once, I’ll do it again.” He approached me and I felt tingles, proving that we were mates. He rested his forehead on to

Angel’s POV Back when Angel used to come here—years ago—with Federico and Bianca, his childhood friends, they’d once snuck behind the counter. Drunk and laughing. And they had found it. A slim metal door that led to the alley. Half opened. They had been young and stupid back then. And now, he needed that escape route. He pushed the bar’s door open. The soft ring of the bell above him sounded louder than it should have. Only two people were inside.