Fallen Angels Myers Novels & Stories

Something inside me made me believe that was the best option. “Don’t you think we should deal with Syrus first? Where is he even at?” Gabe asked. “The angels sold me out to him. He didnt think about the fact that I was more powerful than him. He begged for his life and I chose to allow him to live. I sent him to hell. I imagine Lucifer is having a great time welcoming him as we speak.” I told them. “While Lucifer deals with my psycho brother, I have some angels to deal with. I am sorry Gabe but this is one of those times you are either with me or against me, and I will show no mercy.”

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

Once the door closed behind me, I leaned against it for a moment, my breathing still unsteady, but clear enough for one realization to hit me. I’d fallen too deep for a man who didn’t even see me as someone worth thinking about. “Good job, Angela,” I whispered. “You might’ve fallen for a man who will never be yours. You’re just… a part of his life. Something he uses. And leaves whenever he wants.” “What are you? Stupid? Desperate? Or do you really just enjoy being hurt?”

He forced himself to hold her amazing eyes, to give nothing away with his own. The truth was that The Fallen Angels were into all of the above – and a fuck-ton more. And that was just what Warren knew about. He suspected that Ace and Nails kept lots of things under wraps and just between them.

The girl was the first to speak, the body shrunk, the arms embracing her own body as if that was enough to protect herself. “You act like you don’t know” A hoarse, guttural voice was squeezed from the man’s throat in the dark. "All I know is that you killed all those people" Alice said sinking her nails into her own skin "you’re a monster!" The man let out a low, mocking laugh. "And what did you do to me?" He soon asked, but his voice had no joy or amusement, no. It was pure rancor. "You abandoned me" He said "I prayed every night, begged, crawled in the mud as usurpers took the front of my Alcathea, while mine were killed, destroyed" he spat every word as if poison dripped from his mouth.

I died knowing our murderer was Robertson, my father's comate. ****** When I died, I saw a handsome tall man with white feathers standing above me as rays of light follows him around. "Who are you..?" I asked looking as I stared at him... "I am Archangel Michael...here to take you to heaven" he replied smiling "Really..?" I asked beaming at him. "Ha ha ha ha" he laughed In a wicked and menacing manner. His handsome face turned devilish and scary, the rays around him turned to some pieces of soot and his white feathers are now black.

But this time her eyes are missing, replaced by vines pushing through the sockets. Aspen drops to his knees, spewing his dinner all over the ground. I want to ask if he knows her but instead I stay quiet, rubbing his back in gentle circles and offering the support of my presence. Mason, in absolute Alpha mode, can’t do the same. “Do you recognize her, Asp?” His tone is soft, but still demanding of an answer. “Yes.” He croaks through his tears. “Her name is, I mean was, Angel Walters. Last I heard she still lived in Crimson Moon, same as Gemma Tresoire.”

Very necessary. I kept my voice low as I spoke. “I don’t feel any sort of guilt for what happened between us. I warned you, Angel. I told you that I was in a bad mood. You even had the option to ask me to stop, but you didn’t. Because you enjoyed it, didn’t you?” Iris’s eyes were glassy and I could feel how hard she was breathing, trying to control herself. “Maverick, what—” “Let’s face it, Angel. You enjoyed being treated like a fucking slut.” I ran my hand through her hair. “My fucking slut.”

McCoy spat at him. "An alpha should know those who clean up his mess. We are cleaners." McCoy sent me a look before saying, "Fallen angels who couldn't pick a side." Corson laughed at his dry joke. "We don't prefer that. Call us rehabilitated. We made a mistake once but we won't this time." He pointed the rifle at me again, His hands resting at the trigger. He seemed to be enjoying my grief since he didn't fire. It took me some time to discover that he wasn't making any movement at all. Neither was his cohort. I turned to McCoy but he was also frozen.

You’er Father was one of the Fallen’ Sensing my confusion she decides to explain. ‘The Fallen are the group of angels that left heaven, not wanting to be controlled or restricted by the laws of God. Vic as he goes by, fell in love with your mother and had you. When you were born, your father knew he had to protect you, not only from the other Fallen but other wolves and humans. When I say you are special Lizzy, you really are’ I sit up actually intrigued now.