Names That Mean Fallen Angel Novels & Stories

feeling unsure and not really wanting to give her secret to other people, especially this newly formed family of unknown heroes. “What do you mean by special?” asked Brooke, as she touched Jane on the shoulder to console her. “When needed, I change,” Jane whispered. “What do you mean by ‘change?’ Like those things out there?” asked Gabe. Well, yes and no.” Jane took a deep breath and set them down. “Angelinka is a name I was called in the old language.” “What is Angelinka?” Scott asked. “Angelinka is old testament, a hound of god. And she is used when things need stopping,” Jane said. “And only then do I use her.”

“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.

And when I see a guy who has color black wings, like an angel, Lyca and I stop for a moment to look at him. “My name is Remiel. I'm a falling angel, and I came from heaven. I have a lot of sins, So I choose to make a place to the creature of God, that who has like me and try to cleanse their soul, but like other places, I have a rule, and one of does was been break by the four of you, And because of that you have to pay for that, And that was what I am doing to the two of your friends, I put them into the world that they are the one who can see. And inside of that was terrifying things like you being seeing a lot of monsters that could kill you while you are inside of the world that I made.

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.

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

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. ❤❤❤

Angel was surprised to feel remorse coming off the son of the alpha in waves, yet she was not surprised that he sat silently, listening to his second as he made fun of her. What else should I expect from the son of the man who banished my father? Ang asked herself, continuing to walk away. Bile rose in her throat at Jason's next words, "She might be a traitor's daughter, but she's hot." "Yeah, and I hear redheads are freaks beneath the sheets," Layon agreed and Angel's mouth began to fill with saliva, threatening to make her puke.

The gentle pouring of lukewarm water sent my shivering nerves to ease. " I have registered your name in the family book of Grande house. You are now called Eva del Rio and your babies will also have your surname as their last name," he says and continues further. " You are second in command after me in this coven." Alberto's words had me smile. I never thought he would be so thoughtful of me and my wishes. It's true I wanted my babies (Khristos and Shanell) to have my surname as their last name. Before I thought I would give them the surname of Rubex which was Sandra but later I changed my mind after Alberto offered to help me. My babies are hybrids and they need strong protection otherwise

Lucifer's POV I am Lucifer, the angel of misery. but the depraved ones whom I had bedeviled in hell called me something else. above all, my human gaze might be astounding to anyone but I can also make them break out by just showing them my devilish face. I just came to earth in the quest to get my girl back. If I had to make her stay in the Underworld with me, I would. I didn't care if she was going to torture people like me or will had to change me. all I urged was my girl back.

“I gave you a piece of my soul and released you from Lilith’s tether.” Rising up, I stand before Lucifer and question why he did this. Lucifer gestures to my mother’s writhing form. “You have a choice…” he stops, looking confused. “What’s your name?” My brows furrow with abashment, “Fallon. My name is Fallon.” Lucifer arches a brow. “Really?” I nod. “That’s what the slaves who Lilith left to care for me called me.” “She let slaves name you?” He asks as he sends a derisive glare toward Lilith’s writing form.