Hexennacht Fallen Angel Novels & Stories

“Truth is, I’ve known of his being here for some time. Years now. He came for the sorrows of this valley, this plague-pit haven, came to bask in the despair we emanate here . . . our brokenness. The lasting impressions of it, eh? He seeks to pit us against one another, so that we destroy ourselves from within.” “You’re talking like he’s not even human.” In his mind’s eye Richard saw the resurrection of the dead infant and he bit down on his tongue. “He isn’t! Were you never in Sunday school? Julian is of the Fallen Race, one of the angels damned and hurtled to earth for mating with mortal women and contaminating mankind’s genetics, siring children that grew into giants. In the Old Testament

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

Hagne stared at the sleeping figure on her mat while she slept. The woman that fell from the sky the night before had her white hair cover half of her face. She slept calmly like she was at peace. Hagne had never seen someone as unreal as she, she was like a literal angel. No, she was actually an angel. It was hard for Hagne to process what was going on. Why did the angel have to fall in front of her house? And why did it have to be at a time like this?

I looked at him and those fallen beads with a constant stare, trying to figure out, is it even possible for angels wanted to destroy this planet. He snapped at me; that shook me out from my foggy thought zone. "Do you want to know the names of the angels?" he repeats his question. "Yes," I answered, "The first one was the strongest of all, Yaahadana, He called to be vigorous; flight with the metal wings. His strength was unmatchable. But he has a soft heart. The second one was Naksh; The moon lover, an immortal shapeshifter; notorious one. The third one, Zayaan; definition of beauty and intelligence, he was called the protector.

Standing a good distance from the battlefield where blood and magic had been spilled for quite some time now, Apollo Sky the Loyal – whose white-feathered wings were spread out in the darkened skies of the Nether World – cocked his head. His cerulean eyes flashed with relief and wariness for even Maleficent the Glutton was given a chance by the Higher Creator of the realms, the irrefutable fact that an archangel had turned into a fallen one was something that Heavenly World could not let go of – especially his father.

He was getting external help. "Why are you saving me?" "I told you I'd never hurt you," he said. "I'll explain everything later. Put it in." He gave her the glowing pearl in his hand. "Before it's too late." "It's already too late," she whispered, her voice full of guilt. "Once it's out, it's out." "What—" "Hyntece." One must never underestimate the abilities of a fallen angel, especially the lord of fallen angels. The shadows twisted unnaturally, coiling, writhing—alive. A presence far more sinister than anything before.

I know I sound way too greedy but after what happened today, I want him gone once and for all. I have to defeat him. Zach shook his head. "When Fallen Angels become weak, they usually seek shelter in Hell. That way they would be protected by the demons that made him evil in the first place." "And how were you able to talk to me in my dream even though you're not a mix of both like Alexander?" I asked him, curiously.

The necklace, still faintly glowing, felt heavy against her chest as if it, too, held secrets waiting to be uncovered. She made her way downstairs quietly, avoiding the bustling kitchen where Rose was likely preparing breakfast. Instead, she sought solace in the library, a sanctuary of knowledge and quiet contemplation within the main house. The shelves were lined with ancient tomes and volumes on supernatural lore, each holding a promise of insight into the world beyond human understanding. Andrea pulled out a dusty book on werewolf mythology, flipping through its pages in search of any mention of beings like her—half-human, half-something else.

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

His steel bluish orbs zeroed on the figure who was crouching on the semi plastered rough floor, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her one knee touching the floor and the other just few centimetres above. His Angel!!! ***