Story Of The Fallen Angel Novels & Stories

Ajal spoke those words sadly, and strangely enough… I felt a sudden wave of regret, frustration, and sharp pain rushing through my own heart just from hearing about it, as if I were feeling the echoes of their suffering myself. "What exactly happened to them?" I asked unconsciously, the question slipping out before I could stop it. He moved closer and placed his arm gently around my shoulder, looking down at the city lights below us before speaking again. "That angel paid the highest price possible for his disobedience and his love," he recounted slowly. "His beautiful wings… they were cut off completely, severed from his body as a punishment. He was rejected from the kingdom of light and th

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.

But I wish I was able to tell my mom and Skylar too. I sat there for a while, thinking about everything I heard today when a thought crossed my head. "Why did he fall?" I suddenly blurted out. Zach raised his brows and I continued, "Well I did some research and in order for him to become a fallen angel, he must've done something bad as an angel, right? What did he do?" "Let's just say, he--" Zach abruptly stopped what he was saying and his eyes widened. What happened? He stood up in panic and looked around the hallway frantically. When he didn't find anything, he ushered me to stand up and I did.

Hearing my question, Erika immediately frowned in confusion. "Why do you suddenly want to tell a story?" asked Erika confused. "Because this story happened several hundred years ago!" I said reluctantly. Erika was silent, but after that she nodded slowly. "In the past, there was an Angel who fell in love with a human. The human could see the Angel, just like you. You know that's not a normal thing to happen, you shouldn't be able to see us. Then the angel and the human got closer and finally fell love. It was clearly against the rules of heaven, they were then punished. Some Angels I know warned me not to do the same thing. Don't make me fall in love with you. Done!"

‘Angels are spiritual beings that can, to a certain degree, take on physical form at will. But when they descend to Earth as a Fallen Angel, they morph into a solid body, immortal yet dead, waiting for their final judgment to take place. They retain their abilities and powers; to use it for good or evil is their choice, but with the promise of Hell if they do so to hurt humans. Numerous reasons are present why an angel becomes a Fallen, but all of these led straight to their rules. Once broken, punishment is to be made. It is said that the greatest sin an angel can commit is to love something or someone more than God.’

It was something so natural that I hated myself for even realizing it. "But what does that really mean? How valuable are you?" I asked, crossing my hands on my lap, because my fingers were simply trying to end the distance in which Miguel was." I thought that after telling me about the first prophecy, the one that involves both of us, you would be in bad shape. You said everything would be fine. So this second time he was punished that way. I really don't understand how things can work in paradise. "I wasn't expelled for a punishment, Elena. I chose to desert. I became a fallen angel because I chose to be by his side, and not because I mentioned the fate of humanity," he said solemnly.

It didn't come naturally to them, angles dedicated to being their appointed guardian loaned such powers to them. So, Laoth was her guardian angel, big whoop. Before I'd Fallen, I'd outranked his little ass. "You don't want to do that," my voice was a flat abysmal blackness that hurt my ears to hear. The thing about Falling was when angels Fell, they were unmade in a sense. Creation becomes Destruction. Love becomes Hate. Knowledge becomes Fear. The great undoing, if you will. At this moment, I felt hope rise in Nadya's chest, the hope she had for her trump card to work, and my demonic energy fed off that.

“Truth is, I’ve known of his being here for some time. Years now. He came for the sorrows of this valley, this plague-pit haven, came to bask in the despair we emanate here . . . our brokenness. The lasting impressions of it, eh? He seeks to pit us against one another, so that we destroy ourselves from within.” “You’re talking like he’s not even human.” In his mind’s eye Richard saw the resurrection of the dead infant and he bit down on his tongue. “He isn’t! Were you never in Sunday school? Julian is of the Fallen Race, one of the angels damned and hurtled to earth for mating with mortal women and contaminating mankind’s genetics, siring children that grew into giants. In the Old Testament

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

He looked at her with contempt and anger. She chuckled and shook her head. "Actually, I have. I have been on that other side four times and I know what it is like. I was five years old when I first found myself on that other side. I was tortured and nearly killed when my dad rescued me." He looked at her with shock and disbelief, he found it hard to imagine her being weak and kidnapped. He felt pity for her, he never would have imagined that her life had been so hard at such a young age.