Names For Fallen Angels Novels & Stories

"Did Jack come to see me?" Ella dropped her head, hesitating, unable to look at me. "Just tell me." "He…didn't come," Ella forced out. "These past three days, he's been with Ms. Baker the whole time. He said Ms. Baker was badly shaken and needed spiritual energy to calm her. He even…" Ella paused as tears spilled over. "He even took her to Starfall Ridge to pray." My fingers clenched the bedsheet until my knuckles turned white. Starfall Ridge. The sacred place where wolves prayed to the Moon Goddess for eternal blessings.

"We're not just surviving anymore. We're taking the city—my city—back. You guys did what was required tonight, and I'm impressed, but we're going to need a new name. This isn't going to be a one-time thing." Rafe offered a sharp, two-finger salute, his humor returning. "What about 'The Hounds'? I kind of like being called a hound, boss. It has a certain bite to it." "Get off my car and go home," Lachlan commanded. # The drive back to the penthouse was a blur of neon lights and rhythmic rain. The bond-fever was finally beginning to cool into a dull, manageable ache, though the image of Vivienne’s icy blue eyes still haunted the edges of his vision. They had delivered retribution, but the vict

Raven said. Tyler and Cael secretly smiled. Cael knows Damon likes Raven while Tyler reads what Damon is thinking. "What about fallen angels?" Kyra asked. "They can shape-shift. Most of the fallen angels were with Samael. They cast them out of heaven," said Tyler. "Most fallen angels are demons." "Samael? Isn't it Lucifer or Satan?" Damon asked. Tyler just smiled and didn't answer Damon's question. "So, are you saying that woman may be a demon?" Hugo asked.

I snapped back as if this meeting were a mere nuisance to me and not some essential crisis. The devil, Izac, narrowed his eyes on me, suspicious as always. When I became a fallen angel I found I was trusted by none, not angels, not demons, not even the very creatures that make up the world outside of heaven and hell. Fallen angels were thought of as dishonest, disloyal, and all around the scum of the earth. It seemed it was hard for anyone to fathom why or what I would give up heaven for. If they only knew, they wouldn’t be asking.

‘Angels are spiritual beings that can, to a certain degree, take on physical form at will. But when they descend to Earth as a Fallen Angel, they morph into a solid body, immortal yet dead, waiting for their final judgment to take place. They retain their abilities and powers; to use it for good or evil is their choice, but with the promise of Hell if they do so to hurt humans. Numerous reasons are present why an angel becomes a Fallen, but all of these led straight to their rules. Once broken, punishment is to be made. It is said that the greatest sin an angel can commit is to love something or someone more than God.’

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

This was his fate. He stood up from his place and limped to the arena. Before the Vampire could punch him, the high priest showed his palm asking him to stop. Azazel was confused but did as he was asked. Austin kneeled on his knees in front of Abigail and Orion, his voice couldn’t be heard anymore but his actions voiced his unsaid words.

“My bad. I should have told you my name first. I’m Dante Verlice, Alpha of Dark Moon.” I’m doomed.

“It’s a fallen angel, like you said. It represents the fall Damian and I took on the day our mother tried to kill us.” My brows snapped together. “Fall? You saved your brothers. How’s that falling?” His expression was dark and twisted, his eyes far away, haunted, angry. “Until that day Damian and I were innocent. After that we weren’t. We’d already experienced our fair share of violence from our father, but it never affected us like that day did. The flames of that day they singed our wings and our fall into darkness began. We became who we are today. That’s why the fallen angel is kneeling in pools of blood.”

His crying eyes narrowed. Color slowly drained from his burning cheeks, leaving only the sick shame behind. God, he wanted to puke. Or gargle holy water. Or set himself on fire. He hated him—that silver-eyed sin incarnate, with a Roman statue’s face, a body like Michelangelo’s sculpture with the morals of a drunk alley cat. ‘I didn’t even know his fucking name!’ disappointment filled him. ‘Very classy Angel. Very Classy.’ He cursed the demon-like bastard in every language he knew.