Names For Fallen Angels Novels & Stories

“Hold up. You followed me here all the way from Langkawi?! Aren’t spirits supposed to stay within the boundary of their domain? How did you take journeying across the ocean? And, and what has this got to do with…” “I am the King of Demons. Vasileios Kara Angelos. I have no set domain. I travel freely and wherever I please. Just now I am not happy being chained to you like a mere pet.” Ma’oz spat the words he so despised. “Kara Angelos…Black Angel?” “So, your grasp of the ancient languages is quite good. Yes. All demons are known as the Fallen Angels. The Black Angels.” He answered proudly. “What do I pay?” She asked again.

“Lucifer Anais, I am Lucifer, the fallen angel, the angel who never had a soul, the devil I don’t come from above Anais. I come from the depths of hell, and I like it. Did you really think my name was just for fun?” Her mind tells her of all the stories, the ones she said were not real, none of the angels, devils and gods are real. Her mind gives her names of the fallen angels; the first was Belial, then Lucifer after he got him to turn against God. Maybe not? She can’t remember. She never listened or believed, so right now, she has no idea who the first fallen angel was. Her face now shows that she realises the truth in his words, the fact that now she realises if she ever walks away. She w

“Our Alpha has a mate, a Fallen Angel which he is able to keep finding in each new life, new shape she takes. One time when she was killed, she was able to rally the others of her kind. A lower sect of angels called The Watchers.” I was leaning forward, rapt. Certain that somehow this is how it all pertained to me. “Okay…?” “They descended from the sky in series of falling stars.” He sighed. Thunking the bit of wood to the side table and rising to pace before the bed. “We tried to track them but there were so many, and they were falling so fast…” I gave him a patient look. “We tracked the ones we could and tried to protect them.” “What exactly are they.”

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...”

“Bloody angels and lords of hell.” Amara covers her mouth to stifle a giggle, but you can see the mirth behind her eyes. I guess it is funny to see centuries-old men act so childish. What she doesn’t understand is that Fallon is the son of the world’s most notorious angel. And as a fallen angel’s child, he is hated by all angels. I imagine by his reaction that he and Mathias have had some kind of negative encounter in the past. I mean, they are both legends in their own right. Everyone in the supernatural world knows about Fallon’s parentage. He’s the son of Lucifer and the vampire queen, Lilith. There are also stories of Fallon’s victories against the King of Hell and the ArchAngels. Consid

Lucifer said briefly which made Damien very surprised. Amenadiel, one of the highest angel races after Luciel. Previously, Lucifer had the name Luciel when he had not yet become an angel who fell into hell and became the ruler of hell itself. And so did Amenadiel. The angel with the highest caste after Luciel. What surprised Damien was, Amenadiel was the name of Azazel before he also became a fallen angel following in Lucifer's footsteps. But, why the fragment of Amenadiel's soul in the ring that Michelle is wearing now?

There is no easy way out, and there is no solution for the pain faced by angels who have sinned, or for those who have fallen in love with mortals. Even now, the fate of those who were cast out of Heaven and stripped of their wings remains a great mystery to us all. No one can say for certain what became of them after that moment of punishment. Did they eventually become human? Were those fallen angels regarded as being like the ones who rebelled against God under Lucifer’s lead, equated with demons and evil spirits? Or were they imprisoned somewhere beyond our sight, perhaps in the Second Heaven? I did not know. No one truly knew.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

You can't fucking stay here" you don't understand, hmm?" He flicks my forehead again, and called me green eyes, and kinky hair, and it makes me really angry, cause that wasn't my name or nickname either, and I hated being called what I don't like, so I gathered the courage I was obviously suppose to have, cause I was a dude, and not some fragile female, and finally looked at him right in the eyes that seemed to drown me...break me "What...what if I don't believe you?, that you actually killed someone?, cause if you really did, you obviously wouldn't still be here?"

“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.”