Fallen Angels Murders Club Novels & Stories

For a moment Ana felt like she was dreaming a cruel dream and its one of her nightmares. But the commotion behind her back proved otherwise. Leo let out a cloud of smoke through his nostrils looking all deadly at her. The mafia boss. The murderer. The merciless devil. A monster with no limits. His steel blue eyes staring back at her with such ferocity that she lost her breath. He appeared no less than angel of death in her eyes. Her heart dropped in the pit of her stomach as she gaped at him with wide open eyes. She ran all the way to get caught in a blink of few hours.

I asked in apprehension and Angel's eyes widened in surprise. "I don't know what made you just ask that question, but if you think it's romantic that you're introducing me to a room of unapologetic murderers and self absorbed prostitutes, then your opinion of me needs major realignment." She finally turned around and began to walk towards the closet; then I suddenly spoke up, saying something that stopped her in her tracks, just as she was about to disappear through the curtained entrance of the closet… Mokunfayo Badmus: "As much as I hate to bring this up, Mokunfayo, you are any better than any of us murderers. You can stop judging, it only makes you reek of the one thing you claim to hate

“Our Alpha has a mate, a Fallen Angel which he is able to keep finding in each new life, new shape she takes. One time when she was killed, she was able to rally the others of her kind. A lower sect of angels called The Watchers.” I was leaning forward, rapt. Certain that somehow this is how it all pertained to me. “Okay…?” “They descended from the sky in series of falling stars.” He sighed. Thunking the bit of wood to the side table and rising to pace before the bed. “We tried to track them but there were so many, and they were falling so fast…” I gave him a patient look. “We tracked the ones we could and tried to protect them.” “What exactly are they.”

“I know you won’t stand for that, but you need to know that even if you asked me to, I wouldn’t do it. There’s no way I’d drag you back into the life, not after what you went through back in Utah. And the truth is that even if you were mine, and that made you safe from my fellow Fallen Angels, you still wouldn’t be anything like safe.” “I know,” she said. “Rival clubs and people looking to hurt you boys through your women. I experienced a few lockdowns at the clubhouse when things were heating up for the MC guys.” “And not just that kind of stuff.” Warren’s voice was hard. “The Angels work closely with Kirk Jensen, and we get up to all kinds of shit for that man. More than once over the past

I still wanted to break his hands every time I thought about them on her. All in due time, I reminded myself. My murderous little Angel of Death would take care of him—I didn’t believe they could ever get along. I entered the nighclub and waited for the perfect opportunity. Security wasn’t nearly as hard to rig as I would expect of Imperium’s most popular night-club. Spider could play their security feed like a violin and they wouldn’t even realize it. Whether Curtis was sloppy or an arrogant fuck, I would never know. It didn’t matter. He would be dead soon—as soon as I talked some sense into Angelika.

We aren’t top dogs for nothing. Alex though, has been the worst. His constant need to kill has been unbearable. Only a week ago he murdered fourteen people just because he could. Utter Chaos. Granted none of us have slept with any other woman since our proposed engagement to Mr. Moretti’s daughter. I fear if we don’t get it going soon the whole city could be in danger. Soon, we’re pulling up to Club Ambrosia. The big flashy lights flashing as our bouncer stands guard outside the front entrance clipboard in hand. A list of names held securely upon it as a line of people wait to get in.

Kurt called and he knew what that meant. He walked to stand in front of the man crouched low, and holding his gaze he said, “This is for Bethany and all the she-wolves you fucked and killed.” Angel made him watch his claws extend and he stabbed him in the gut, digging his hand deep inside, watching him shake violently as he clawed out his intestines and heart. More blood gushed out all over the floor. Blaze went to stand behind him, held his head and pulled it out. Angel stood up and the rest of them stood back, watching Anotion Rufus’s body on the marble floor.

“It’s a fallen angel, like you said. It represents the fall Damian and I took on the day our mother tried to kill us.” My brows snapped together. “Fall? You saved your brothers. How’s that falling?” His expression was dark and twisted, his eyes far away, haunted, angry. “Until that day Damian and I were innocent. After that we weren’t. We’d already experienced our fair share of violence from our father, but it never affected us like that day did. The flames of that day they singed our wings and our fall into darkness began. We became who we are today. That’s why the fallen angel is kneeling in pools of blood.”

Ace’s black eyes flashed. “You do know that I’ve lost eleven of my Fallen Angels brothers in the past two months, all because I told you about some shit that we were involved in? Eleven men, Taylor, eleven men that I cared about like they were my own blood… they died, and they died because of me.”

I had learned that Lucifer was a fallen angel turned demon, why was this club named after him? A very angry looking man stood at the entrance of the club door, staring at me. "ID ma'am." "She's with me, Rodney," Hannah said. "Oh, I'm sorry, Hannah. I didn't know you had brought a friend." This time his angry expression dissipated into a smile. I was relieved. "Is Phoenix at the club tonight?" "I'm not sure, ma'am. I didn't see him. I saw Mr. Lockhart accompany his friend though." Hannah giggled. "Which one of the Lockhart's, Rodney? There are a bunch of them."