Fallen Angels Murders Club Novels & Stories

The WORLD is full of Love and Hate. Only people with Courage choose to Love since it requires wearing your heart on sleeves and not many people can do that. —Mehak Gupta *plays The Nights by Avicii* AUTHOR'S POV: An Overview about Foundation When humans use words like Angels and Demons, Good and Evil, they don't realize how close these things existed near them. It's not just the not-so-human beings but also the worlds where these kinds existed. Most of the people categorized Angels and Demons to be living in Heaven and Hell with the predefined characteristics of pure and taint respectively which wasn't even ten percent correct. Heaven and hell were the places where a person's soul would be t

This was our pack’s jewel, a working ranch pumping cash into Brandon’s Eastern empire. My mind wasn’t on the herd, though. It kept snagging on that night at the Luna Obscura Club incident Angelica, all blonde hair and summer-sky eyes, bleeding out on that cold floor. The bass had pounded my chest, music numbing my senses, but her limp body burned into my retina. I’d grieved for her strangely enough, replayed me and Brandon clawing at that VIP door, too damn late. Beatrice felt it too, I’d wager that dreadful feeling of failure.

A fallen angel. One about to kill. Again.

Faye frowned, but, nibbling her mouth, she thought about the possibility. "Perhaps he couldn't feel the presence of the demon inside her. Maybe your book was preventing this detection as well. What would make this crüel nun the receiver of one of the fallen angels of our world. Someone powerful enough to enter and leave our world, and go unnoticed for years trying to prevent you from remembering these powers.” "Some capital sin, like the two of you? "I besug, looking at each other. Faye hesitated. "There are many angels who have also fallen with us, in that rebellion and in so many others. Although there are only six of us who have been condemned to eternal punishment, the others are just as

The one he fell crazily in love with. Once Angel realized and accepted those truths.. He almost forgot his guilt. Then Tony’s lips curled. “You look so fucking hot with a gun.” A pause. ‘Classic bastard,’ Angel thought. But he was mesmerized. Then Tony kissed him. Hard. Fierce. Full of everything. **

The memory of his fallen comrades burned bright in his mind, a beacon of unwavering resolve amidst the darkness that threatened to consume him. With a heavy heart and a burdened conscience, Alex knew that he could no longer continue serving in the army. The weight of the secrets he carried and the knowledge of the injustice that had been perpetrated weighed heavily upon him, a constant reminder of the sacrifices made by his fallen comrades.In a moment of clarity, Alex realized that he could no longer be a part of an institution that valued secrecy and deception over truth and justice. His loyalty lay with his fallen comrades and the oath he had sworn to protect and serve, not with those who

The dream still lingered, its horrors etched into her mind. As she caught her breath, memories long buried began to resurface. The trauma of her past, hidden beneath the surface, threatened to consume her once more. Emilia's eyes snapped open, and a searing pain shot through her head. She grasped her temples, wincing. As the agony subsided, memories flooded her mind like a tidal wave. "Jane Ruth... Andrew Ruth..." she whispered, her voice trembling. Visions of her parents' loving faces appeared, followed by the horrific scenes of their murder. Marcus Blackwood's sinister smile etched itself into her mind.

"This. The mafia business, or whatever you call it. It's bad, Danzel. Killing is bad. You are not doing any good if you keep killing people, good or bad, it doesn't matter." "Have you f*cking lost your mind?" he snapped, immediately getting up. My breath hitched as he stood up from the bed. "Danzel. I didn't mean—I—" "Goodnight, Angelina," he said coldly. He left the room, slamming the door behind him. I felt tears brimming in my eyes. Great way to ruin the mood, Angelina... well done! I felt cold lips caressing mine. I blinked my eyes open as a large hand cupped my face.

He got calls from producers and editors at least twice a week. Everyone wanted to use the motel to film the ten year reunion of the only surviving victims of the 'motel muderers' as the news had taken to calling them. That is how 'murder motel' had come about and stuck. They wanted Lacey, Andy and the kids show up and talk about what happened. They were hoping that Lacey and Andy would blame Owen, with sparks flying on national television. Conflict made for higher ratings apparently.

That moment he knew what he had to do. That night he practiced alone in their gym, honing every ability he had in preparation of confronting the council. While many of the angels on the council were incredibly powerful and well versed in combat, he still believed he had an advantage. Pureblood angels were always believed to be stronger, despite their tendency to fall from heaven due to violent tendencies. Ash wasn't entirely sure of his feelings for the demon king, but he planned on defending them even if it meant giving his life for it. Throughout the night the sounds of his training echoed through the darks, but no one dared intervene.