Story Of The Fallen Angel Novels & Stories

And this chance, he can never afford to lose. "Yes, sire." The glowing wings of the angel in front of him spread wide. This was the angel who took his name because he believed in such fairy tales. Now look at where he is! Stuck being a nameless boy in this realm where everyone calls him the lost boy. And just like that, the angel flew away from him. If the lady will end up the way he ended up, then he'd just feel sorry for he can not let his chance be taken. The next morning, when the lost boy awoke, the lady was not in her bed anymore. He sighed heavily when all he saw was a note and dear him! He forgot how to read!

Crouching down to his level Damian smirked viciously as he tapped his gun on his chin as if he was thinking. "You know what I forgot about you trying to force her. Thanks for reminding me. Let me tell you a story I read, a novel actually." Damian smiled making the guy in front of him tremble two times. "In a Chinese novel which I read there used to be a villainess. A villainess who's desperate for the main lead. She tried to humiliate, hurt and kill the female lead. When nothing worked she tried to drug the male lead and tried to sleep with him. But we already know that the female lead would never let it happen. As usual the villainess is punished you know how? Guess it."

she called out, her voice trembling. A figure stepped out from the shadows, their features obscured by the darkness. Andrea's heart skipped a beat as she strained to see who it was. The necklace's glow intensified, illuminating the figure's face just enough for her to make out their features. "You?" she whispered, recognition dawning on her. But before she could say anything else, a wave of dizziness washed over her. The world spun, and she felt herself falling. The last thing she saw was the concerned face of the figure before everything went black.

There were gasp and murmurs around the crowd. “How the fuck is she here?” Leo asked in low tone but it wasn’t anything calm the way he said. Anyone can detect the rage in it. He wants to destroy this place where his angel was treated nothing more than an object. His pure angel. And now, his fallen angel from heaven and landed in this inhuman hell. Seeing her in such condition makes him want to slit the throats of every motherfucker who brought her and bath in their blood. “Come on Leo. The way every slave is brought here. She came into this place in the same way. And if you intend to take her after being sold then I don’t think it will be a right decision. Don’t break the rules. “

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.

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

' Ethan smiled as he looked down at his hands, where he'd peeled the label off the bottle again, this time somehow managing to peel it off in one piece, his fingers tearing a shape out of the thin paper. 'It's a story about one of their own,' he said. 'The first Angel to fall. The first one to question. The first one to defy. The one who started it all. It's a Gospel, but not one that was ever going to make the final cut. The book is the Gospel of Lucifer.' I sucked in a breath, felt my stomach flip, my muscles weaken. I stared at him, was unable to take my eyes off him. When I spoke, my voice trembled. 'Why did your parents have that book, Ethan?'

Those wings looked scary, at least in Reiji's eyes, not that he would voice it out loud. "Fallen Angels are Angels that have fallen from the grace of God due to having "impure thoughts" that divert them from the teachings of the God in the Bible. The leaders of Grigori were tempted by human women and had fallen after having sex with them. And despite being cast out of Heaven, Fallen Angels can still use the power of light." - Akeno explained seriously to the men, they just paid attention. They were shocked, they didn't know about that except for Reiji because of family circumstances.

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.”