Fallen Angels Names List Novels & Stories

It doesn’t turn bloody, but I swear it’s almost always damn near fatal. “Yep.” I mutter. “Anyway. I have my eyes on Alpha Onyx. Or his Beta Atticus. My dad had a faceTime meeting with them and I couldn’t look away. Fallen angels. Both of them. Now to decipher which one is which,” she mumbles to herself more than to me. “And I bet they have personalities to match their angelic looks.” I joke and she snorts.

"Actually…something more specific. What books have named demons in them?" The shopkeep lowered her glasses to eye me incredulously. "You're writing a paper about demons?" "Something like that." She shrugged. "Look at shelves eighteen, nineteen and twenty. Any book that says demonology or mentions fallen angels is a good place to start." "Fallen angels?" I echoed. "In Christian theology, the first demons were fallen angels. Depends on who you ask." I looked away from her to the stacks. "Oh. Okay. Thanks." "Anything else?"

He destroyed himself, drugs, women, scandals stacking up. With money and connections, I made sure he couldn’t slip out of the law anymore. Now there are three left. Ian. Victoria. Angela. Angela’s name lingered longer in my head. My jaw tightened. I can’t forget. From the beginning, I never intended to feel anything for her. Not to care. Not to have her. But to break her.

“Ace Cuddy? From – from The Fallen Angels, Ace Cuddy?” “The one and only.” “But… wait. The Fallen Angels are Jensen’s favorite boys. They get a huge number of his contract killings, and run the bulk of his drugs into Nevada. Don’t they?” “They sure as shit did, baby girl, you ain’t wrong about that. But Cuddy turned informant, and ratted out club business and Jensen’s activities.” “What?” Zoe repeated. “Informant for who? The feds?” “Kinda. For Matt Kingston and his people.”

"Yet even that level of power should have been more than enough to destroy a body like yours... Under normal circumstances, your flesh should have been torn apart. Your bones should have been shattered beyond repair." Then his eyes sharpened. "But you..." The old man studied me even more intensely. "No matter how many times he crushed you..." His voice lowered. "No matter how many times he struck you down and tried to break your body... Even now, you stand before me with your back perfectly straight." His eyes swept over my body once more. "And from what I can see, not a single bone in your body has been broken. So... Tell me your full name." “Angelicca.”

She was a broken angel spreading smiles everywhere while hurting from inside. “He is so cute,” Angela caressed the newborn’s cheek and smiled fondly. “What are you going to name him?” Angela asked while stroking the baby. “If it’s not too much to ask I wanted you to name him,” Alvira confided hesitantly. Angela looked up at her with mild surprise. She asked her if she was sure about it. Alvira nodded in affirmation. Angela had come into her life like an angel and she wanted her boy to get blessings from this angel. If not for her she would be long dead. Angela lowered her gaze to the baby.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

‘I know,’ Xavier said and gave someone named Darrow some instructions via mind-link. Angel could feel that the Were was also an Alpha wolf but not of Wulfblood. He wondered then just how many alphas were there! He almost laughed out loud. Antonio Rufus had no idea what he had walked into for sure. ‘Will you tell me your name?’ Xavier asked, drawing him out of his musings. He let out a sigh and replied, ‘Call me Angel.’

She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him. “Stop!” She screamed causing Xavier to look confused. “I’m not doing anything.” He protested. “Just get out so I can get dressed.” Xavier held his hands up while walking out of the room. She sighed looking deadly at the Angel. “Who are you?” She asked in a much lower tone. “I’m Gabriel, God’s warrior, one of the many carriers of souls.” “Well Gabriel, whatever,” His eyebrows rose at her clear disrespect. “I have a job to do so just go away and let me focus.”

♱ •⋅ 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.