Fallen Angels Book Series Novels & Stories

There were so many books here that I have not read yet, and this book looked familiar to me, but I could not place where I had seen it. " The End Times?" Samael read, looking at the cover of the book. I flipped through the book. It held many prophecies in it, and I had no idea what I was looking for. " Shit"... I said, accidentally cutting myself on the pages. The page seemed to soak up my blood. Suddenly, the pages started turning until they landed on one sudden page, titled, Queen of the End Times. I read the page out loud. And behold, twin queens

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

And of course, endless spell books. He's even included mysteries and psychological thrillers by my favorite authors, a kind afterthought. But there’s more: living grimoires, erotica by demons that may well be written by Cenobites, and people’s wickedest sins recorded like the Screwtape Letters littering the place galore. There are the life records and deeds of every Damned in Hell, recorded in lurid detail by Penemue, the fallen angel of writing. He notices me look longingly at the books. “Shall we read?” he asks. “We can devour books on a blanket, out under the stars.”

But, the book seems to suggest that all those monsters exists in reality. "Werewolves? Vampires? Witches? Gargoyles? Pyromancers? Necromancers? Do these creeps really exists?" Andra and Barry's conversation was interrupted when Ethan walked towards them with the book he found. "I think you two better take a seat." Barry pointed to the couches in the middle of the room.

Akira: Come if you dare, i too need releasing some of my steam Hana: Don’t regret it. After saying that her body start changing, there’s a wing unfurled on her back. A pair of jet black raven wing appear. Her body too change to be more tempting to other gender. A sexy Falllen Angel appear in front of me. In her world. She is daughter of the leader of Fallen Angel. Fallen Angel on her world aren’t an Angel that fallen from his grace. But a Race.

The quilt and bed linen is white, the television is 72 inches attached to the wall. "How much is your place?" asked Aza. "If you don't buy, then don't ask," said Dark. Aza just laughed. "You can't tell that tomorrow we'll be neighbours." Dark just took a peek at Aza and watched what he was watching. Aza is one of those fallen angels. Fallen angel means angels that have been expelled from heaven or angels that have sinned. And Aza was among them. However, Azra has already forbidden the fallen angels to intervene in the work of the reapers. But they remain stubborn and continue to interfere in the mission of other angels, particularly the Guardians. They brought confusion to the people who ar

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issue with that. Rest I could guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books which are completed until now if interested do give a look over them. Her Unloved Mate Winning My Mate Back I Belong to Him Can't Help Falling in Love. My Bride is Not a Human

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.

This didn't go unnoticed by Roy and his lips thinned, fingers pausing from turning over the pages—to see Monroe smirking slyly. Roy avoided the deliberate probe from Monroe, sneakily shifting his chair closer to Jeremy, so that their arms brushed each other—whenever they moved. Jeremy, unaware of Roy's doing, decided to take out his own book for studying. A book with black cover, fairly thick and very warmly coloured illustration of a man in ancient greek clothes, adorned the front. Translated by Mary M. Innes, Ovid's Metamorphosis, it said. Monroe took a glance at the book, Jeremy put on the table and curiously propped up from her seat, to read the title.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.