Romans & histoires Story Of Fallen Angels

Darren's Pov I woke up angry. Not at the deadline, not at my mother, not even at the sponsor thing Coach had dropped on me — angry at myself, for the bar, for how long I'd sat there, for how easy it had been to let my guard down in front of someone I was supposed to despise on sight.

Erik said to Azazel. "Thank you again, anyway. There were already some talks about Baraqiel's new family within the more radical groups within Grigori. Kokabiel being the loudest one." Azazel said. Some fallen angels had this sense that their race was above all the 'mortal' ones and would deen them unworthy of their attention. There were a lot of cases in the past where a fallen angel had fallen in love with a human and as result a hybrid was born, just for said fallen angel come back to his house and find his entire family, spouse and children, murdered. That, when said fallen angel was not killed together with them.

"I didn't realize you were hurt this bad." "As I said, I'd die for you," I repeat my words, but I remember the pain like it was yesterday. The poisoned blade cut my waist straight to my hip bone. I almost die that day and I hate that I didn't. Fallen angels can only be killed by one of our own, we're immortal beings until one of us takes our own lives. Maybe one day he'd break my heart so bad that I die from the pain. But yes, it had taken me weeks before the wound finally better and I didn't feel the pain any longer.

Bella was stronger than I could ever be, she was both a mother and father to Dylan and that inspired me to fuel my relations. I never planned on attending her baptism let alone being in her life but these few interactions with the pair has caused me to change my views on what really matter. My mind went back to the man I was years ago and a pang of regret hits me. Those were my demons that no one accepted, not even Angelica's mother. Only time would tell if this woman who, unknowingly has weaved her way into my heart would accept me for what I am. Or what I was. Bella's POV

Raven said. Tyler and Cael secretly smiled. Cael knows Damon likes Raven while Tyler reads what Damon is thinking. "What about fallen angels?" Kyra asked. "They can shape-shift. Most of the fallen angels were with Samael. They cast them out of heaven," said Tyler. "Most fallen angels are demons." "Samael? Isn't it Lucifer or Satan?" Damon asked. Tyler just smiled and didn't answer Damon's question. "So, are you saying that woman may be a demon?" Hugo asked.

I guess I owe him an explanation. I sighed and smiled. “You and Elaine also became fallen angels and now a half werewolves. And both of you are hybrids. Truthfully, once an angel became fallen, he or she couldn't go back to the sacred place of the Promised Land. Azrael, you are immortal and in this lifetime, you could only live in this world and stick with me forever.” He let out a sigh of relief and smiled, “I'm delighted to hear it because I plan to stick with you forever.” he said and wink. I let out a giggle.

The doctor then looked me seriously in the eyes, “So Azz told me you don’t know a thing about the corruption prosses and sent me to explain everything.” I hung my head low, “Yeah… the process to become a demon….” Fayda then asked me to follow her as we went into a separate room to talk. We sat down at a round table as she gave me a stern look. There was an awkward silence before see began, “You see…. There are many different phases of the ‘fallen angel’. They vary depending on the being. But there are some common side-effects that all fallen angels have seemed to have so far.”

She says softly with disbelief in her eyes. "Demons are just angels who have fallen from grace." I replied. "How does an angel fall from grace?" Luna asks as she raises an eyebrow at me.. "Well most angels fall from grace because they disobey or ignore a direct order from the high council. When that happens they are sent to the demonic realm and are reborn as demons." I replied. "Then why do demons work so closely with angels?" She asks.

Like angel wings across his face . 'Now you see,' he whispered. 'Now you really see.' When I said nothing, he shifted on his knees to face me, a small sardonic smile pulling his mouth up into a smirk. 'This is what they did to us. This is the Mark of the Fallen. A curse given to every angel that followed my father into exile and to every child born of those that fell. The Divine Council made sure that we would find no sanctuary on Earth, because they knew mankind would never accept us in our true form. And who could blame them? We are monsters .'

"All I could do was defend him. Both of us were extremely baffled but it worked out." "I'm glad it did. A lot of us were getting sick and tired of all the deaths and needless fighting. I don't think anyone really remembers why the war started anyway." "I could tell you. Angels are always told it in their training." I looked to Nero, his chestnut hair bobbing as he nodded. His hazel eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Okay but be warned, this is the angels side of the story here. It's gonna be biased. Lucifer was in love with a mortal and kept his true identity from her. One day, he couldn't take the secret anymore and told her. Panicked, the woman rejected him. Out of heartbreak, Lucifer went to t