Fallen Angels Myers Novels & Stories

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

While they played detective, we tightened the grip around their throats. And I watched it all unfold from my seat like a goddamn king, sipping scotch as the house of cards leaned further away from me and closer to collapse. But the FBI weren’t the only ones chasing ghosts. One ghost particularly plagued my mind, Angel. He was my mistake, my goddamn muse and my ruin, all wrapped in that intense stare and fucking beautiful mouth. I leaned back in the leather chair, the city’s lights flickering beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass.

"I'm sure she wants you." "Yes, man. You should" Jeremiah added. I nodded, opening the doorknob. I saw my Mia. Her bright brown eyes looked weary, IV drops attached to her hands as I walked toward her. I'm a monster... I don't deserve an angel like her. "H...hey" she muttered weakly. That voice. I collapsed beside her. Holding back my tears was futile, because with her-I wasn't a bad boy or a rich brat with no heart. I was Mason Cyrus, the guy who always yearned for love, she saw through my soul.

he whispered and went outside to find out some angels were out there trying to get some information, a gossip. They suddenly felt embarrassed when he went out from the entrance. But one of the angels came near him. "Is Abu won't come back anymore?" the female angel said, Mira, one of Abu's close friends. "Mira," he said. "Will he come back?" she repeated and he frowned, "I don't know, Mira. But no one could ever go back once an angel or a grim reaper killed a living creature. After he kills the vampire, he will surely die," he explained and Mira frowned. She wished that she was there before he vanished but she knew it couldn't be helped.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it in a go. "That bad?" She asked him, referring to his day. "I had to get information from a dude." He poured himself another glass and drank it. "Ooh! Have they caught Alberto?" She smiled at him and went to the kitchen. She knew how much he hated torturing people. Marcos was one of the few people she knew who had a conscience. He would act all tough, but she knew he preferred to just kill his targets quickly. "Not yet, the guy is sneaky."

“Happy Birthday, My Angel.” I smiled at him and after a few minutes, he already decided to leave so I immediately walked inside our apartment and I almost had a heart attack when Christine suddenly appeared in front of me with a suspicious look on her face. “Christine, you startled me.” “Hahaha! I'm sorry Angela. But anyways, who's that cutie guy who just dropped you home, huh? Oh My God! You already replaced Prince Lucifer? God, Angela I never knew you are that naughty!” she said while placing her hands on her chest as if she’s having a heart attack.

Why did you have to spike my water behind my back? "You always say it was an accident, Maya. But your accidents outnumber the vultures in a wolf pack." Outside the area, sirens from the Enforcers rang out as security teams arrived to restore order. When Maya saw the officers storm in, her pupils constricted violently. She knew that once she was thrown into the pack prison, her facade of the angelic sister would never protect her again. Suddenly, she lunged at me like she had gone mad and clawed her fingers at my face.

Jared announced, a smirk playing on his face. "You seem to have forgotten who I am. My name is Jared Lambert, and I can pay any price." A tense silence enveloped the room, interrupted only by the distant sounds of music and laughter drifting up from the bar below. McKayla weighed her options, her fear and greed waging a fierce battle within her. The allure of greater wealth clouded her judgment, compelling her to succumb to her insatiable greed. "Fine," she finally relented, her voice trembling with hesitation. "I'll let her go, but only if you double the payment. I won't give up a profitable asset without proper compensation."

The climax was my father, the only family I had left, dying and leaving me behind all alone, but life, fucking life finally became absolutely shitty and pointless when I found out that the fucking one I dated, only dated me so that he could learn all my secrets and sell me off to the freaking bullies, that was the finally draw. It made me cut myself away from the world, and vow to never tolerate any shit from anyone ever again. Fast forward to the present and a brief introduction, I am Elias, the mysterious heartless dangerous guy that's immune to any emotion apart from anger and violence, and the mad depressed guy who cuts himself when he feels worthless, blah blah blah… In conclusion, I am

Even if he was keeping them very tightly closed behind his body, it was still possible to deduce that each of them was from the fulfillment of his standing body, and that together they could support his weight so that he was no more than a gram around the muscular power of those wings. For a fleeting second, I again had the desire to know how to draw or paint images. Because I was slightly mesmerized by his beauty. I knew that if the Fallen Angels were beautiful, I should not expect less from the archangels who still belonged to the heavens. But there was something about him that I never noticed in the moments when I had visions with his true appearance. A kind of energy that kept me tamed,