Fallen Angels Gif Novels & Stories

Contrary to popular belief, angels were not pretty. Ten feet tall with three pairs of wings, they were surrounded in holy fire with a singular large brown eye in the middle to give judgmental glares at the poor individual who had the misfortune to be in their presence. The Fallen weren’t any better, without the holy fire, they just looked like a giant eyeball with too many wings. Azazel was the Watcher at the gate of Hell, guarding any demons from escaping to the world above and wreaking havoc. He would only let people through either by permission by the Lords of Hell or if he could be bribed.

Following his finger direction, Rachel muttered, “oh, she’s at the dessert shop? Nodding his head quickly Rapheal responded and blushed. “Alright. Hope you are not injured? She asked him. Instead of replying to her, Rapheal stared at Rachel and asked, “are you a fallen angel? Rachel who was about to say something choked on her words as she stared at him speechlessly. “Fallen angel? She asked with pursed lips. “Yes beautiful lady, mummy said angels are in heaven, so if you are here, it means you are a fallen angel”. He said with a childish voice, making her giggle. “Oh my God! You are so cute”. Rachel exclaimed and pinched his cheeks making him blush.

It’s like trying to catch a falling star At night I dream That she is there When I can’t feel her in the air Tell me, tell me The words to define The way I fell about someone so fine How do you talk to an angel? How do you hold her close to where you are? How do you talk to an angel? It’s like trying to catch a falling star

I knew she was broken, hurt and drunk so I had to be careful with the words that came out of my mouth. She placed her small slim hand on my chest and unexpectedly my hand drifted to her hip and settled there, Iwas unable to pull back."Do you know why angels fall?" I asked. She tilted her head"Why?" "Because they are tricked by the devil." "You want to say you are a devil?" She chuckled and truth be told she really looks beautiful when she laughs."Of course not." "Then why say that?ls it because you are wearing a cap and glasses?" "You don't even know my name missy"

He shook his head. "Daniel Grigori..." He trailed on. I remained confused. He sighed and stood up straight. "I'm a fallen." "Fallen? You're an angel?" I backed away and dissolved into a puddle of laughter. My stomach was shaking now. "Oh-oh my God." I continued laughing and turned to look at my unconscious mother. "He's an angel." I told her, laughing even harder. The 'fallen' looked at me weirdly. "I have met a lot of weird and psychotic human beings but you, Dawn Turner, are by far the worst." I stopped laughing and glared at him.

When he finally pulled out, a torrent of demonic cum poured from my gaping asshole, mixing with my own juices on the altar. The fallen angel — still wearing Father Elias’s face — leaned down and kissed me deeply, his tongue tasting of smoke and sin. “You are no longer innocent,” he whispered against my lips. “You have fallen with me. Tomorrow night, the others will witness your new wings.” I lay there trembling, body covered in sweat and cum, holes ruined and leaking, mind blissfully corrupted. Seventy-four more nights of surrender remained. And I had never felt more alive — or more damned.

Enough for me to clearly see Gabriel and his annoying smiles, as well as the sadness in Uriel's eyes. "Michael," Gabriel laughed. "Oh-okay, Michael is so fucking mad!" he pointed to the sky. Gradually we witnessed the fall of thousands of meteors, or wait — it’s not. I stared intently at the falling lights. “Angels are falling,” Uriel answered the question in my mind. "Why are they falling?" I no longer know what’s happening. “What—“ “Oh that, they’re gonna bring Cassy to hell,” Gabriel said like it’s a normal thing.

Angel hid her face in the pillow and groaned. "Let me see" I said and made my way to the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror and stared at the mark that Angel has made. I smiled at the dark little spot on my skin. I liked the feeling of having her mark on me and I really wished that I could do the same with her. What the hell is happening to me? I walked back to the living room and saw Angel's face bright red as my friends annoyed her. "Guys, stop" I said while chuckling and sat next to Angel. "Thank you" she mumbled whole glaring at Daniel. I watched as she finished her third can of beer.

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.”

He seemed genuine. “I hate my life, man,” I confessed, and that was all it took to push me over the edge. I fell to my knees and sobs shook my body. “I hate my life so much!” I pulled on my hair, crying even more.