Nama Nama Fallen Angel Novels & Stories

the smile on my face faded, instantly and my jaw ticked hearing an all too familiar name. Dylan also realized his mistake and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mason, I forgot." I just nodded and walked to my room. I don't want to remember her name. She was a real bit¤h! She was a cheater. A liar. A girl who didn't care for anyone but herself. She always thought of her benefit. And then there's this girl. Angel. I love this name for her. She was just like an angel, sent by God to brighten my day. My foul mood was replaced by a contented one. I felt my lips curl upwards.

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

I said and she frowned. "why not Arcangelo... that's your name right?" she asked and I nodded. "yes, but it means Arch Angel.... Angel of heaven. And that really doesn't suit me. So every one calls me either Romano or Angelo" I said and she smiled. "No. I will call you Arcangelo only. I feel like you are really an Angel from heaven. I think it suits you perfectly" she said and I gulped my shock. Does she know who I am? That I am Lucifer? A fallen Angel? No, how can that be? No, at once I have doubted that she was an angel and she got hurt a lot. Not making the same mistake again.

‘That bastard…’ ‘Did you find that pack member who has no background? ‘Yes, I did. And you won’t believe that the fallen angel is none other than a former Gamma female, Ana. She doesn’t have her power and has turned into a normal person, but I doubt the same about her real Zavion. Luna Caroline’s father was a fallen angel, and she didn’t receive any power from him except her beautiful wings.’ ‘Oh’ ‘I’m going to read more about angels and check whether angels have disappearing powers or not.' He updated me about his work.

He didn’t know me. ‘Not for long.’ Snow said. A wave of panic washed over me as the logic I had thrown out of the window crept back into my mind. I couldn’t…I should go. I didn’t want to be with him. Not even for a second longer. “Alpha Dante!” someone shouted in the crowd. He walked closer, and I remembered him, Beta Kayden. “Alpha Dante?” I asked. “My bad. I should have told you my name first. I’m Dante Verlice, Alpha of Dark Moon.” I’m doomed.

My chest constricted. “I… might be,” I replied, attempting casual confidence. My voice faltered. Every instinct screamed at me to step away, to run, to ignore him. But my body betrayed me. My feet felt rooted to the ground. He smirked, that infuriating, confident smirk, the kind that made you want to punch him and kiss him at the same time. The rain clung to his hair and coat, giving him the look of a dark angel fallen into the city. My stomach twisted in ways I wasn’t prepared to admit.

While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering. A desire to control others is the underlining reason behind all this, and who is the father of control but the fallen angel, Lucifer, who lost control and hates all that is from Yahveh. "Hence the message of the second angel," Babylon is fallen, "marks a great divide." The fifth angel sounded his trumpet, and I saw a star that had fallen from the sky to the earth.It's a typical urban fairy tell but there is more truth around us about angel-lost and fallen and only very few of them can find their way back.

“Lord Sabrathan, you have arrived. The Empress of my clan has been waiting for you for quite some time. Please enter.” When the Labhrann Clan guards saw the man with wings in a golden robe, their faces were filled with respect. However, Sabrathan’s gaze was fixed on James. “James Caden?” He recognized James. Although he was not present at the battle of the Thirty-three Stages of Earth’s Third Calamity, he was a prodigy of the Fallen Angel Clan from the Demon Realm. The Fallen Angel Clan was one of the Demon Realm’s top major races, only trailing the Azurean Clan and Hadean Clan. They were even more powerful than the Labhrann Clan in the Demon Realm.

Cain fell back, shielding me behind him, our bodies flush against each other, his eyes never leaving his opponent as the sky overhead became crowded with angels and Nephilim. “Who is it?” I yelled above the din of wings. His eyes cast upward for a brief moment, then they narrowed. “Penemue and the asshole with the horn is Azazel.” “And?” I prodded him, this was not the time to be the strong and silent type. “And….Penemue is a grade A fucker. He is not on our side. Azazel is though, for all the help he is.” I could hear the eyeroll in Cain’s tone.

“Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.” “He isn’t a fallen angel, Grandmother Willow.” Ava turned towards her with a glare within her eyes. Something that the spirit was glad to see, other than the pain. “He is the Angel of Death, not a fallen angel. He was a given a job to collect souls for God.”