Novel & Cerita Nama Nama Fallen Angel

- Miguel asked after a long pause. - Yes, but a higher form of it, specifically a Fallen Angel, which makes him much more powerful and, in addition, is much older than me. He was sent here by Samael, one of the rulers of the Underworld, to make me return. His name is Nathaniel, and he caused your accident.- Nadir explained to him, but staring at the ground, unable to meet his eyes.

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.

His voice was low and I found myself nodding immediately. "I just wanted to know what happened; I don't know why I tried to touch your hair." I tried shrugging the awkward tension off and sat up straight on the couch. He straightened his posture as well, without breaking eye contact with me. "Since you're curious, there is a time that comes every year when Fallen Angels get reminded of their sins and the reason behind them falling. It's a punishment given to us to be reminded of what we did wrong and the consequences that followed our actions.” That sounds tough but it does make sense. He continued, “We don't only get to remember the accident, we also have to feel every single emotion we fel

Luke points out. We all laugh at his comment. He is right. My angel is not a girlie girl. She has no problem getting dressed up but only if there is a reason to. She is somewhat of a tomboy. -Please help me-Aliya -So you were kidnapped by my sister, cousin, and Yvette-Me -Yes, they are forcing me to do all this girly shit-Aliya -Angel I know you don’t like it but I am sure they are going to make you look perfect for your Luna ceremony-Me

“…Huh. You have no idea how rotten can humans become, don’t you? At the 7th generation of humans… women at that era, are the most beautiful women that have ever born. They were just so beautiful that some of the original angels under God of Creation had to curse themselves to become fallen angels just to mate with them.” Saying that, he sits on the chair, looking at us. “N…” “Nya…?” Restia and Felix inadvertently leak out a surprised look. After he took a glance at them, he then looks at me with his brows furrowed. “Hmm…?” My… seems like you know that there’s not only one fallen angel.” “…Yes,” I replied. “Dad also taught me the meaning of my name.” “Well, then.” He looks at Restia. “Do you

My face fell, “But who are the others?” “There are three. You can save them all, but there will be a price.” I sighed, holding my head in my hands. “Who are they?” “My son will help you, he is a healer, as I am.” “Who are you?” The angel’s face lit up, a bright smile adorning his attractive features. The angel took his glasses off, revealing light-colored eyes. My mouth fell open, “I am the Arch Angel Raphael, but in my human form, you can call me Azarias, Az for short.”

Sighing he turned his back on that, but before he could face ahead, a sharp stinging feeling caught him. It was the Angel of Death himself, smirking at him. That wicked innocent smile never disappears. Before he withdraw his knife, he moved his lips closer to his ear and whispered, "I will tell you a name and I will let you watch how she will easily leave you for her Peter." The lost boy looks at the Angel's eyes and they were the dullest he has ever seen. And when the Angel of Death withdraw the knife, he knew at any moment he was going to fall. "Tenshi."

I tightened my grip slightly to steady him before he fell. “Gigi…” he muttered under his breath. That stupid name again. Goddess, what have that girl done to him) I exhaled slowly and kept him upright. “August. Look at me.” He blinked slowly, like the room was only just forming in his head now. The boy straightened fully now, anger clear in his expression. He wiped his mouth once with the back of his hand, jaw tight, eyes locked on August like he was holding back something worse. I turned slightly toward him.

The two men were confused because they didn’t understand a single word that came from her lips. “Kanzo?” Arsen called out hesitantly, his brow furrowed. “That’s right. My name is Kanzo Yohimitsu. It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Kanzo replied, bowing once. Sergio snorted derisively. “What kind of joke is this now? You’re deliberately pretending to be someone else, aren’t you?” He then burst out laughing. “You think I’d just believe your father when he said that you have alter egos? Alter ego is just nonsense! A fantasy made up by people who are afraid of a madman like you.”

The trail was dead, at least on Layon's end. Though he was headed to the apartment building of a so-called friend of Reebah's, he didn't exactly hold out hope of finding her there. Yet when he pulled his phone from his pocket, his teeth instantly gritted. The name that flashed up was not his father's or even one of the elders of the pack. Instead, it was Angel's name, flashing in big bold letters, and Layon's only saving grace was that he had been smart enough to delete all