Names For Fallen Angels Novels & Stories

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!!! ***

, Younger exclaimed with a sigh. The angel's expression turned quizzical as he tilted his head, "Why would I hate you? I haven't even seen you before!". "Well! in case you didn't notice, I am a demon. Red eyes, Black wings, duh!! And sunbae, Angels and Demons hate each other.", the other drawled, rolling his eyes. Asa cringed at the honorific, "Can you just not call me that! And no. I don't hate you. I don't have a reason to". The younger smiled, his dimples showing as he spoke, "My name is Kyle, and thanks for not hating me", getting a gentle smile in return.

Maybe I could make an excuse after one song. “What’s your name?” he suddenly asked, staring straight into my eyes. He has blue ocean eyes too, just like Lucifer. Maybe it’s really common in their family to have those pretty eyes. He has thick eyebrows too but he has a scar on his left cheek. “I-I’m Angela, Angela Santos is my name, y-your highness…” I noticed a playful smile on his face. “You can just call me Cleoffe.”

Engaging me in the same slow dance he’d moved with me in, out on the lawn. Dancing in moonlight. He was leading me, naked as I was, across the floor toward the shutters. Once there, he paused to unhook them and toss them open. Sending the silvery glow over the wooden floor. Over me. I felt like everytime I probed him about this same topic, I got just a fraction more. He’s revealing himself in broken shards. Like a mirror I have to put together to see the image. “I am demon. That is the oldest word they called me, because they had so few others. I am warlock because witches is the name for evil. But before all that, I was a fey.”

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.

"So, you really care for that lady. I knew you'd be this mad, Lost Boy!" Spitting the blood from the blows impact, the Lost Boy lift a side of his mouth up. "I ain't no Lost Boy anymore. The name is Tenshi, Nisemono!" "Well then, Let's see who he made stronger!" Both their mad faces amused the Angel of Death who was watching just beside a tree nearby their battle ground. "How perfect this is! The old and the new mission fighting for a girl!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands, eyes wide at the sight in front of him.

If only I could do that. I stayed in that place for almost thirty minutes, waiting for Hasel and Joseph to show up but they didn’t. “Where the heck are they?” I can’t hear anything besides the natural sound of the forest, bugs and such. I comb Angel’s hair, this horse’s name is Angel. I was really starstruck the first time I heard about it because it suits the horse very well. From her white as snow long hair, soft and comfortable fur and her posture that looks like a queen of horses. I’m joking, but she’s really beautiful.

It didn't come naturally to them, angles dedicated to being their appointed guardian loaned such powers to them. So, Laoth was her guardian angel, big whoop. Before I'd Fallen, I'd outranked his little ass. "You don't want to do that," my voice was a flat abysmal blackness that hurt my ears to hear. The thing about Falling was when angels Fell, they were unmade in a sense. Creation becomes Destruction. Love becomes Hate. Knowledge becomes Fear. The great undoing, if you will. At this moment, I felt hope rise in Nadya's chest, the hope she had for her trump card to work, and my demonic energy fed off that.

♱ •⋅ 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.

And I cannot let that happen; this is the only place she and I can live together. My unbridled instincts has earned the wrath of God. And he is working endless to make sure I regret taking the decision to leave. But I will never regret it. My desire is raw; it cannot be quelled. And my lust will not cease. He too knows that. He saw what my future would turn into, hence, giving me the name Sin. Before Lucifer, he saw that I would be the first among angels to fall. He knew love was my downfall. And it all came to pass.