Fallen Angels Myers Novels & Stories

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,

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.

"Only because my angel said so." With that, he put a bullet through the man's skull.

Instead, visions assaulted her mind like flashes of lightning. At first, the images were hazy, indistinct. A happy family scene unfolded: a little girl giggling between her parents, their faces obscured. The warmth and joy radiating from the trio enveloped her, but she couldn't quite see their faces. Suddenly, the scene shifted. Flames engulfed a house, consuming everything in their path. A triumphant face materialized – Marcus Blackwood's. His eyes gleamed with malice, and her heart sank. Next, a grave appeared, bearing the name Jane Ruth. The little girl's cries echoed through the darkness as she clung to her father's long coat.

he yells as we start to fall. We tumble through the air, my heart rate spiking when I see an arrow sticking out of his shoulder. Fuck, did I lose my concentration and make us visible? I panic when I see the ground quickly approaching and call my wings forward just as Dad tosses me. He hits the ground, his noninjured shoulder taking the brunt of his fall.

“And you’re a wet behind the ears Beta brat who couldn’t land a hit on a summoned target beast five minutes ago. Maybe sit this one out, champ.” “You’re really defending him?” another wolf sneered. “You’re a fallen angel. Shouldn’t you be the one warning us?” Auren cocked his head. “Funny thing about being ‘fallen’... you assume we all got kicked out for questioning things. But I didn’t fall because I was curious.” He paused. I could feel the truth coming, crackling behind his voice like a goddamn thunderstorm. “I was removed because I refused to follow one more fucking order that would cost innocent lives just to meet a quota. I was Heaven’s executioner. Not a choirboy.”

I practically roared at him, totally unable to hold my temper down any longer, watching how he stared down at me for a few seconds before finally answering, “He made the ultimate sacrifice. He used his grace to bring you back to life.” “So t-that m-means he’s...” The words died in my throat, replaced by a huge lump, making it hard for me to even breathe as I heard him quietly saying, “Yes. He’s a fallen now. A fallen angel.” ___________________________ I will find you...This I promise... And I will give you back what rightfully belongs to you... A small and stray tear fell on the screen as I looked down at the selfie Raph and I took together, our faces scrunched in two comical pouts, still r

Mira thought to herself when she heard the broken yet neutral voice of a man in the darkness of her surrounding. ‘I, Roland Meyers the soon-to-be Alpha of the Night Howlers pack reject Angel Reeves, the omega of the same pack as my mate.’ “Can it be…can it be Angel’s painful past that kept haunting him?” confusion rings through Mira’s mind when she completely heard a rejection statement from a mate. ‘What?...did I do something wrong for you to reject me?’ ‘I’m sorry, Angel…just accept it…it will help us get through it…’

A) John Ozais Screeman B) Khloe Dave C) Maria D) Jace E) Juliet F) Sam G) Raphael H) Pete Pratt I) Butt J) Claire Johnathan K) Margaret Johnathan L) Hilda M) Arakah N) Azazel O) Hades P) Gefion Q) Morgana Le Fay R) Danrakah S) Abyss Whom amongst the fallen Angel's was punished greatly? A) John Ozais Screeman B) Khloe Dave C) Maria D) Jace E) Juliet F) Sam G) Raphael H) Pete Pratt I) Butt J) Claire Johnathan K) Margaret Johnathan L) Hilda M) Arakah N) Azazel O) Hades

He went out to the highest peak of the campus building, looking around to look for the perpetrator of the murder. "Erick... come out!" shouted Angel with mounting annoyance. "If you are the perpetrator, get out now!" You could see the muscles on Angel's neck bulging, with a red blush spreading across his face because of anger. Not only was he angry, but there was also sadness and disappointment that was currently filling his chest, causing his eyes to become blurry again. "Actually, where are you, Erick, why are you confusing me..." Angel sobbed as her legs went limp, causing her body to fall to the floor.