Falling Angels Book Novels & Stories

“It is said that Azrael was a helper to God, but then he was cast down, like Lucifer himself, and now he resides in the pits of Hell, still overseeing The Book of the Dead as the Archangel of Death.” Ru stopped and considered what she’d just read. It all seemed silly to her. How could anyone even know who the angels were and which ones had been cast down from Heaven—if any of that were even true? “The demons are all just fallen angels,” she continued to read aloud, as if Piper were at all interested in what she had to say. “Whether or not our depictions of them are true is impossible to say.” You’ve got that right, she thought to herself.

But what he was saying was making no sense at all to her. "No. Angels are the uncorrupted heavenly beings that serve the Almighty up in heaven. The Fallen are they that followed Lucifer down to earth, to corrupt the master's creation." "So you are a fallen? Because you're here! I know angels on earth aren't supposed to be seen." "I am not!" "Then what are you doing here Mr. Angel Sariel or whatever your name is?" She put on a serious expression. He laughed bitterly. He was getting frustrated what how lightly she was taking everything. He was risking so much being there with her, to help her accomplish her mission.

So it was easier to discern the order in the sky than farther north or farther south, where everything would seem more chaotic. A fallen angel... enshrined in moonlit seas. Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controv

But then I always remembered, his panic-stricken face after and the fact that he hated me, just like they all did. “I’m sorry” I said as I detangled myself from him and stood straighter, adjusting my tie in the process. He said nothing. He didn’t even acknowledge the fall or the awkward moment his arms had been wrapped around me. Maybe he did this often, letting his male personal assistants fall into his arms. It hit me then! A scandal, Don involved with his male assistant, a gay relationship. It would ruin a respectable family like his. The doors dinged when we got to the ground floor. I walked after him making sure to put a decent space between us. I’ll rather fall on my butt than into his

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 needed a textbook so I could answer the question I was working on, so I told Jasmine that I would be right back. I stood up and headed for the section where the textbook I needed was. I let my hair down then repacked it firmly before I checked through some books. After a while, I eventually found the one I was looking for, but it was way above my height. As I reached out my hand to pick the book, someone pressed me against the bookshelf and grabbed the book. I turned around immediately and that was when I recognized the person. It was Ryker. A sense of Déjà vu washed over me as I remembered the first time we met at a mall.

Cordelia said as she continued crying. As Jared hung up the call, SAKI already knew what to do. Immediately, he ignited the car they were well on their way immediately Jared was done with the call. After several directions, they finally arrived at Cordelia’s apartment and Jared ran upstairs like he was a fire fighter on a mission. As Jared ran SAKI could only wonder, the angel who had made the mafia this way. As he ran, SAKI tried to put two and tow together. “Or is this the reason why my master wants to kill Brian?”

"Hey, stop being a baby." My eyes widened when instead of falling right into the grass, I fell into Mister Serenade's arms instead. So basically he caught me, and who knows when and where he appeared this suddenly. "That's not the Naenia who slapped me with a hardbound dictionary the other 3 AM." He chuckled but I couldn't even move my fingers anymore. I'm literally a dead plant and he's carrying me like a fucking bride! Damn this shit. I'm helpless and I hate this. "I-I'm still going to write you a book, right?" Great. Of all the things that my trembling lips could ask, I really chose those phrases, huh?

Isabelle's throat burned to ash, her mouth terribly dry from the luscious horror in his speech. She could definitely envision that dark emerald stare wandering her visible form with undisguised lustful intent, judging and eliminating each possibility judged insufficiently appealing to his discerning tastes. An haughty archangel mercilessly judges her every mortal endeavor to court his favor. She clenched her thighs convulsively once again at the image's pure sensory strength, silently condemning the reaction he managed to elicit in her without ever setting eyes on her in person. When she eventually discovered her voice, it was low and scratchy around the edges. "I suppose I can endeavor to..

She says softly with disbelief in her eyes. "Demons are just angels who have fallen from grace." I replied. "How does an angel fall from grace?" Luna asks as she raises an eyebrow at me.. "Well most angels fall from grace because they disobey or ignore a direct order from the high council. When that happens they are sent to the demonic realm and are reborn as demons." I replied. "Then why do demons work so closely with angels?" She asks.