Novel & Cerita Fallen Angels Myers

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱ Amber eyes, short hair. I’d still be able to recognize that face anywhere. "I hope you’ll be able to forgive me for being late," he said as he bowed in front of me. Samael. The angel Samael. No. The fallen angel - Samael. The one who fell not by choosing a side but by his own crimes in the midst of an internal war.

He shook his head. "Daniel Grigori..." He trailed on. I remained confused. He sighed and stood up straight. "I'm a fallen." "Fallen? You're an angel?" I backed away and dissolved into a puddle of laughter. My stomach was shaking now. "Oh-oh my God." I continued laughing and turned to look at my unconscious mother. "He's an angel." I told her, laughing even harder. The 'fallen' looked at me weirdly. "I have met a lot of weird and psychotic human beings but you, Dawn Turner, are by far the worst." I stopped laughing and glared at him.

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.”

“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.”

There was an awkward silence before see began, “You see…. There are many different phases of the ‘fallen angel’. They vary depending on the being. But there are some common side-effects that all fallen angels have seemed to have so far.” “You mean like what happen before?” “Yes. One of them are lost of control over emotion. Another one, is a spike in untrained power.” I inquired, “Do you mean when I broke the shelf with the broom? Isn’t that dangerous?” “Yes. It is why many demons fear fallen angels. It’s because of how unruly they can be at times. Some would even go out of their way to kill a fallen angel to protect themselves.” she explained. I gasped in realization, “can that be why Ace w

Jay could never tolerate traitors because he had witnessed what the traitors did to the people around him. The Angels were supposed to be the role models for everyone to follow. They were supposed to show a good example in everything, but it humiliated the entire Kingdom when one Angel fell from his grace. Alistair's disloyalty had caused a great shock towards everyone in the Kingdom. One fallen Angel could cause the worshippers to sway slightly from their faith. What to say when there was another Angel fell from his grace? "Under the order of the Moon Goddess, I hereby sentence a fallen Angel, Ezekiel, to death for his betrayal and disgrace," Jay said. "May the Moon Goddess shows mercy to y

***** I want the baby to grow and be good, even as a vampire, so I need to find him a good family, I fly around the city of England in my invisible form looking for a perfect family that desires a child, but it is harder than it looks, I just need a middle-class family not too rich and not to poor, I saw a church, where is best to look for a perfect family, I fly inside, I bask in its holiness, I love the holy ground, the church was empty, as I move around looking as the design of on the window, humans are really talented, I have not yet been assign to turn into a human, all Angels have to pass two tests before you because a higher rank angel, one, you have to be a guardian angel of a human

I wiped my hand again and the cut stung and, then, I laughed once that wasn’t a laugh and realized I didn’t even know the shape of what I had become. I sat back down and the chair scraped and then I stared at the floor and thought about the men who had died at the warehouse and, then, about the man who died still crawling and, then, about the look on his face when I pulled the trigger until the clip was empty. The memory of his mouth and the way the light cut across him kept returning and, then, I felt the heat behind my eyes and the line between being ruthless and being cold washed out like a river in a storm. I wanted to be one thing and I was another and, then, that made me angrier. Chris

I didn’t answer him. He walked around the desk and grabbed me so fast; one minute I was in my chair, the next I was standing in front of him. “Are we alone?” He asked as he licked my neck; I didn’t answer him. “Okay, being pissed now, that’s fine by me, Angel. Now how should I punish you for allowing another man to touch what is mine?” He asked as his hands closed around my throat and I moaned. “Fuck, I love when you moan like that,” he said as he kissed me.

"And Jet, you're dismissed." Jet and Marcus left, leaving me alone. As the door closed, I leaned back in my chair, studying the photo of Siara once more. I tapped a finger against the edge of the folder, a predatory gleam in my eye. "What a bloody good coincidence," I whispered to myself. I reopened the folder and started reading through Siara Movark's file in detail. It was no longer about the money-no, it was personal. It was revenge.