Names Of The Fallen Angels Mga Nobela at Kwento

“My daughter please refrain from thinking higher than the master… do you remember what I told you before?” “what happen to those angels who go against the rule?” “Yes my dear. I don’t want you to lose wings and be one of those fallen angels.” “I am just trying to help…” “I know, but it changes everything that was written.” I regain my duty and was back on guarding the little boy that I saved. He was the first human I am to guard with, for decades on heaven I’ve been trained to fight and now is my time to be on earth and fight an actual battle of spirits. But I guess I failed, and this is my second chance.

"Yes, I am your girlfriend, we broke up back then but we still made it up and stayed together. I even promised you that I will be your girlfriend again while we're trying to escape from the holdapers, don't you really remember even a tiny bit of that, Lucifer?please remember me, I am Angela Santos." He furrowed his brows then he glared at me, "Don't you even dare pretend! I don't know you, I don't even know what do you want from me but please stop this stupidity, I am not the Lucifer that you're saying so shut the hell up!" He said as he started walking away, going to his car. "N-No, Lucifer! This is me, Angela! Lucifer!! Don't leave me here please, Lucifer!!!" I yelled and yelled his name

The angels however gave a very weak clap. "The angels performing in this contestant are Michael, Carshena, Gadreel, Adriel and Nahamani". The response of the angels showed that they were very shocked at this new pattern. They however still clapped. Lucifer could not care less. He flew to the top of the stands and sat staring Carshena in the eyes. The angel gulped and flew to the bottom of the arena. Michael also made his way down and he tried to make eye contact with Lucifer. Lucifer however plastered a smile on his face and looked towards the crowd. If the angels were going to keep going against him instead of willingly accepting him, he was going to make them do so forcefully.

We'll have to work hard to get this through, but after everything we've been through, I think we'll make it through. And they always warned me not to go near him. They told me over and over again that we shouldn't be together, that Azael was the name of a demon and he would lead me to hell by his hand. Luckily I had the name of an angel, because yes, we went through hell, but we managed to get out. Together. Because loves that kills never dies.

So what stand beside us isn’t at human appearance anymore. Curse of Fallen that what we call it. When we can’t hold our own desire and be honest about it. There appear a animal part on our body. Except me and Hana. Whilst i’m got reincarnated unto this place my race is Incubus, while Hana race is Fallen Angel but at other place is called Succubus because instead of Bat wing and tail it got a Crow wing. So Elder of Hana race call themself a Fallen Angel. The most interesting is there’s no Male on their race so. It got Succubus as the other name.

Loss is on one side of me, Amon on the other. The replacement leader of Sorren, Roxas, stands behind the throne, facing towards the the crowd, laughing like a maniac at them. I fight an eyeroll, knowing he's doing too much. One of the reasons that the sky has blackened is the wings of the fallen angels, and Nephilim flapped, looking like crows ahd overtaken the skies. Demons waited for my order, as the desire to run chaos ran high. They extend long forked tongues at the humans, licking their lips.

He didn’t know me. ‘Not for long.’ Snow said. A wave of panic washed over me as the logic I had thrown out of the window crept back into my mind. I couldn’t…I should go. I didn’t want to be with him. Not even for a second longer. “Alpha Dante!” someone shouted in the crowd. He walked closer, and I remembered him, Beta Kayden. “Alpha Dante?” I asked. “My bad. I should have told you my name first. I’m Dante Verlice, Alpha of Dark Moon.” I’m doomed.

Amber POV. During the last fifty years or something, heaven has been going into war with hell, they have gone insane, and they started to drop casualties, demons are dying, angels are dying, and others are falling. Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them.

Ever since then, I stopped assigning guardian angels instead the ones who remained with her and the fallen were the last original angels I created, the rest were either hybrids or powerless. Nephilims are a race of beings who are half human and half fallen angels, they are granted angel life spans and human souls but most of them are lucky enough to have powers while some just have long life spans. Originals are a race of celestial beings who were created by the Moon Goddess herself. Fallen is a race of celestial beings who were sent down to earth either as punishment or as a request made by them, they lose their wings in the process.

Everyone is always so surprised when I want to do good. “Rounding up our daughters to be sacrificed to you isn’t great for morale,” the level-headed Alpha says. My brows furrow together. “What are you talking about?” Alpha Jackson tries to explain what she means. “Are you referring to the Prospective Lunas?” I ask. “Most of those females are sent home. I only kill the ones my spies report to be rebels or those who try to harm a lycan, which is a small percentage of them.” Alpha Jackson looks around the table. “Your Majesty, they so rarely make it home that they are commonly referred to as Lycan King Sacrifices among werewolves.”