Novel & Cerita Names Of Fallen Angels

She was too innocent for him. He laughed out at his words. Innocent for Ronald? She was too innocent for him, Greg, as well! He knew he wasn't a saint but he would never hurt her. Pure angels like her were not meant to be hurt but treated as the delicate beings that they were. He would surely make her his and his alone. And no man would stand in his way. ❤❤❤

At a glance, I only felt cold in my heart. "Even a black angel?" Yu Xiangyang walked to Chu Xuning side, a sound, "and quite personality." Chu Xuning almost didn't fall, sure enough, Su poured back the freak to follow the others are strange, this situation is not afraid to forget. Yu Xiangyang this bold still sighs! He rolled his eyes. The Black Angel, also known as the Fallen Angel, does not represent evil, but always represents an ominous omen. It is rarely tattooed onto the arm.

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.

When she decides it was enough, she uttered, “I’m not gonna ask again.” “Fine!” Sebastián said in defense, distress was still flaring on his face and voice, “Who do you want?” Azrael grinned, she knew she’s getting near to the target. Sebastián definitely have a long list of celestials he encounters ranging from Angels, Demons and Fallens, “Bernael.” she said sharply. Skepticism washed Sebastián’s expression, “The Prince of Hell?”

"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.

Uriel who was next to him smiled painfully and added, “Brother, this isn’t the end of a war, but the beginning of one.” Many angels fell that day. More than a fifth of the Heavenly Hosts lost their place that day. The planet they fell onto was called earth. But they didn’t fall in their heavenly form. Those angels closest to God like Lucifer were able to keep their forms and prevent themselves from regressing into lesser beings. Most however, weren’t that fortunate and morphed to become creatures of myth and legends.

"Oh! Of course! I figured Isabelle took Cole's name because he is her mate." "Yes, it was only logical." Nadia knew there was no way Angel would want to use her surname. Even she wasn’t so thrilled with the name mostly associated with exploitation, organised crime and deaths of innocent people, and Weres. "Angel Xavier or Angel X sounds badass," Nadia teased. Angel chuckled. "It is still in consideration but I think the others have made up their minds. We just need to let Xavier know." "He will feel so honoured." "If he agrees," Angel said, grinning.

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.

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.

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