Fallen Angels Gif Novels & Stories

We all let out frustrated growls and unanimously agree to head home earlier than scheduled. " If I am not mistaken, that is a fallen angel who has been stalking us. My only confusion is what he wants and what he will benefit from it. I would never want to admit this but I am also worried about that puny mate of mine. If this fallen angel could fallow us this far, he will stop at nothing to capture our attention. He singed your perfect skin in a dream and you still bear the scars. Your healing process is super fast but we can still see the scars. What of my story excuse of a mortal I have been given for a mate. One attack from that angel and she'll be dead. Argh! I have no idea what to do?"

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

What the hell was going on with me? He stared at me with blue eyes that reminded me of the deep sea, full of darkness and secrets. It was unsettling yet captivating, and I found myself drawn to him. An impulse surged through me to trace his sharp jaw and the scar over his right eyebrow with my fingertips and press my lips against his plump ones while running my hands through his thick black hair. No one had ever stirred such feelings within me. Nicholas unlocked a part of me that I didn’t know existed, awakening a need that excited and terrified me. It was as if he held a mirror to my soul, revealing desires I’d kept buried deep. Yet there was the angel inside me that the world thought me to

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.

"Just an Angel huh... "Well guess I'll be the only one being trained since he's just an angel because so am I, fallen angels are bad angels judged by god and sent to the human world to have another chance to be an angel, But I didn't have a choice, I didn't get to be good or bad and I was forgotten until I found YOU, I was invisible until I met YOU, but it seems I was just an angel to you huh?" Damien stuttered "T-that's not what I meant dammit, I-I-" I stopped him "It's fine I get that your mad... but that was too far" I turned my back to him and went out the cave entrance "Come on..." "Noah, the names Noah" "Come on Noah, you get to train me first" I saw Noah turn his head for a second the

"In an online blog, I saw somebody comment that Metamorphosis is just a more readable version of the greek gods being Nymphomaniacs." Ken spluttered instantly and coughed a few times, feeling his windpipe close up. Monroe's eyes widened before she burst out in giggles. Roy too—who was maintaining a good seriousness to the situation broke into a low grin. "What the.. is it true?" Monroe asked from between giggles.

Instead, visions assaulted her mind like flashes of lightning. At first, the images were hazy, indistinct. A happy family scene unfolded: a little girl giggling between her parents, their faces obscured. The warmth and joy radiating from the trio enveloped her, but she couldn't quite see their faces. Suddenly, the scene shifted. Flames engulfed a house, consuming everything in their path. A triumphant face materialized – Marcus Blackwood's. His eyes gleamed with malice, and her heart sank. Next, a grave appeared, bearing the name Jane Ruth. The little girl's cries echoed through the darkness as she clung to her father's long coat.

“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

She twisted the doorknob and walked in, the room was vivid because of the moonlight, and as she walked in, memories rush through her like a breached dam. It was her favourite places in the villa, her art room. Beautiful paintings were neatly hung on the wall. The smell of acrylics and oil paints were some of the smells she would never get tired of. She walked closer and found the painting of a fallen angel, it was a birthday gift she had sent her grandfather during her first year in America. In the painting, the angel was crying tears of blood as her wings were clipped off by a demon. The demon had fallen for her and so he cut off wings so she couldn't go back to heaven and would stay in hel

My wings felt weak, the tips were greying as my eyes fluttered shut and I lost consciousness. I sure hope that this is not my time, how can a human kill a fallen angel?