Story Of Fallen Angels Novels & Stories

Evelyn “Okay,” I say as Alexander and I walk down the halls of the main palace toward the dungeons. “Remind me who all is in the dungeons right now.” Alexander takes a heavy breath as if the list is long. “There’s a few dozen rebel werewolves who willingly surrendered to us the first time I rescued you from Lucas, a batch of rebels from the second time I rescued you from him, there are the injured werewolves from the Luna Ceremony Battle, and then, of course, there’s Lucas.”

“You would be proud of me mommy. I helped one of my maids recently.” I told her about Mary. Her sisters. Emilio firing her. The townhome, the car and her new position. But when I explained why Mary had been fired, my voice changed. And somehow...everything came spilling out. The panties in my bed. Emilio bringing Yazmin into my home. The wedding. Yazmin practically bragging about it. The disrespect at my own event. Father. The threats. The humiliation...everything. “It's been too much mommy. For a moment, I thought I was going to drown.” My eyes filled. “For a while...I really did.” I squeezed her hand. “Until I found my Angel.”

I yelled, pulling back from fire as Alessandro took out another one of his gun, taking my place in shooting those Italian fuckers whose numbers were increasing by the second like zombies. “Fuck you, Suka!” Bitch. I immediately took to my heels, dodging the flying bullets from the Italians as I rushed towards Ava, who had no idea what was going on. If anything, she was lost in trance and pale like a ghost. “Get down, Ballerina!” I barked, entwining our bodies as we both went down to the floor, hiding between tables and chairs as the Italian fucker who was assigned to end my wife’s life, opened fire.

said Professor Alex pleasantly. “I will announce something important to all of us. But first I will explain our current situation. You must know that the world is getting out of control. Last night, I chatted with a board member from the Hope organization. They think that if the world will collapse soon and within two months, seventy percent of the human population will become terrible creatures due to the 'S' virus,” said Professor Alex in a serious tone. All members of the Jaguar team listened carefully to Professor Alex's words.

At first, I assume he will stay quiet, but when he turns around to face me and glare at me, little fireworks of pride go off in my chest. He pokes his finger right where I feel the fireworks as he growls. “Angels don't sing, you moron! Angels are so much more than flying fucks and pretty wings. And since you won’t shut your trap until I tell you, here’s the information you’re trying to get – she’s not dead; she’s fucking lost. She’s lost because I keep messing up her way around here. Why you’d ask? Oh, that’s simple. That’s because I’m the fallen one she’s looking for. But there’s this tiny detail. I didn’t fall. I escaped.”

“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.”

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

You’er Father was one of the Fallen’ Sensing my confusion she decides to explain. ‘The Fallen are the group of angels that left heaven, not wanting to be controlled or restricted by the laws of God. Vic as he goes by, fell in love with your mother and had you. When you were born, your father knew he had to protect you, not only from the other Fallen but other wolves and humans. When I say you are special Lizzy, you really are’ I sit up actually intrigued now.

The life growing inside me was more than just my own; it was intertwined with cosmic forces beyond my comprehension. “You see, Millie,” King Lucifer began, causing me to snap back to the conversation, looking at the King’s thoughtful expression. “Angels and Demons were once part of the same celestial family. We all dwelled in the higher realms, serving the Creator as said in the Jeudo-Christanity Text. But then came the Fall—the rebellion led by Lucifer himself.” King Lucifer said as he gestured to his chest. “I had sought freedom and questioned the rigid hierarchy. I had believed that choice and self-determination were essential. When I defied the Creator Yahweh, I was cast down, along with

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.