Names For Fallen Angels Novels & Stories

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

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.

Falling, fast and reckless, for something that could burn me—or burn me alive in the most intoxicating way possible. Some desires… aren’t meant to be tamed. Some people… aren’t meant to be resisted. And I was already caught in both.

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.

Then,the memories came flooding back. ‘Marble Man.’ That particular nickname echoed in her mind. "…You smell nice." The image of herself sniffing Cassian's jacket flashed before her eyes. She whimpered in embarrassment. What the hell was I thinking? She tugged at her hair, her mind becoming a complete mess. What will he think of me now? "Seriously, Iris?" she groaned, burying her face in her palms "Marble Man?" She could die from embarrassment. Slowly, Bella's smiling face drifted into her thoughts.

The memory of his fallen comrades burned bright in his mind, a beacon of unwavering resolve amidst the darkness that threatened to consume him. With a heavy heart and a burdened conscience, Alex knew that he could no longer continue serving in the army. The weight of the secrets he carried and the knowledge of the injustice that had been perpetrated weighed heavily upon him, a constant reminder of the sacrifices made by his fallen comrades.In a moment of clarity, Alex realized that he could no longer be a part of an institution that valued secrecy and deception over truth and justice. His loyalty lay with his fallen comrades and the oath he had sworn to protect and serve, not with those who

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

'Kaiden, I will rip off those fucking dressings and cause you more fucking pain if you don't stop beating about the bush and give me a fucking name. I looked up at him, and he saw the heartbroken expression in my eyes as I whispered. 'The Fallen Angel.' The room went silent, and all eyes turned to look at me, wide with shock. 'Who did you say?' Bernard whispered, his gentle brown eyes so wide with shock that they looked like a cartoon. 'You heard me.'

she was barely speaking above a whisper. "Would I lie?" I maintained eye contact, now a straight face as my expression. A resigned sigh escaped the Goddess' lips. "Which demon?" I flashed a fanged smile, leaning on her podium. "This newly darkened angel had fallen in love with the Prince of Hell." Astrania held onto the podium to keep from falling in any direction. It took a few tense moments for my words to fully sink in before her expression changed to bewilderment. "Erys Sentis? Are you serious?!"

While Myriam and Cassandra said goodbye to their parents' graves; Marcel only slightly lowered his head as a form of respect. Something had changed inside Marcel. Having prepared everything they needed, Zark's group, along with Myriam, Cassandra, Marcel, and Grandpa Gunther, began their journey to Gelhorn in the hope of finding a safe place. But they knew the safest place was next to Zark ♦ ♦ ♦ Erinias Known by many names; the Falls, the Ash Wings, the Furies, the Valkyries of Hell, Dark Angels. The devils named Erinias mock the way the angelic hordes demand vengeance and bloody justice.