Names Of Fallen Angels Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

A powerful one. "Is that...?" Verenya whispered. I watched the falling light twist and spin toward the earth, glowing with heat and glory and sorrow. Feathers burned to gold. Grace unraveling in a firestorm. A fallen angel. Falling... not randomly. Falling toward Seralyn Keep. I smiled slowly and glanced at my sister goddess. "Interesting," I murmured. "Another piece on the board." Verenya arched a brow. "Yours?" "Oh no," I said, smirking. "I haven't touched the angels in centuries. This one's falling by choice."

At the very tips, the feathers shimmered faintly with traces of gold, remnants of the celestial glory he once carried before his fall. He was no longer simply a king of Hell. He was the Fallen Angel. The Devil himself. The sight alone was enough to send terror rippling across the battlefield. Even Luna, who stood as a goddess, felt a tremor of unease deep within her soul as she witnessed the full manifestation of his power. For the first time since the battle began, she was inwardly shaken.

But the cold, calculating mind of the Alpha cut through the feral haze. The Vampire Council. If he executed a high-ranking aristocrat of the Mercurial bloodline here in a rundown warehouse, the political fallout would be catastrophic. The vampires wouldn't just come for him. They would come for Sura. They would hunt Dan, Malik, and Rafe... even Vivienne. They would target his fractured pack before he even had the chance to rebuild it. He couldn't fight a war on two fronts, not while he was still dealing with the fallout of rejecting his fated bond. Killing her felt right. Letting her live was necessary.

She said, “So you all have both a human name and a demon name?” He asked. “Your father demon's name is Lucifer. Your father is the devil who haunts and moves around like a roaring lion. Your father's human name is Lucian” She said “My mum?” “ Her name is Angel but being brought back to life as a human, her mother named her “Angelica” She answered. Luciano digested all he said and kept processing them in his memory. Madison went into a wardrobe and brought out a long scroll. This paper was used in the olden days.

Mr Carter said after finding out that, Mr Martin lost everything and partnered with Mr Green who just used him as his right-hand man for all his dirty work. "You know you never win, Mr Carter," Mr Martin said "I know. I never won because as a bad person, failure was my shadow but as a new person, having undergone a complete transformation and coming to know Christ the Lord, failure becomes the darkness that can't battle the light around me," Mr Carter said and Mr Martin frowned. "What bunch of nonsense are you spilling out now?" Mr Martin asked wondering when Mr Carter became religious. "The kind of nonsense that sends criminals like yourself to prison. I paid my price for my crimes a long t

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

Receiving the dagger in my hands, its weight seemed far less than what it looked like, "If this had been made to kill dark angels then how come Lucifer has one?" "There was one made many years ago. It was never used because no one disobeyed the creator but if they did the sentence was meant to be death. When the creator learned of Lucifer's rebellion, he couldn't bring himself to kill him or any one of us so we were banished to Hell. Those who never picked a side were banished to Earth, with limited abilities. They are known by the very popular term 'The fallen'." My father explained. I had forgotten about those angels who never picked a side. Who never agreed with both the creator or Lucife

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!!! ***