Supernatural The Angels Are Falling の小説・ストーリー

I couldn't believe that I destroyed the cabin completely. I dropped to my knees in despair and let out yet another painful cry. The tears ran down my face like a river as I sobbed uncontrollably. I did this. I vaguely remembered the warning I had received from the angel when I thought I was dead. She had warned me that I had the power for good and also for great destruction. I had vowed to myself from that day that my powers would only be used for good. I wanted to laugh at my old self as I now stood in front of my own destruction.

I pull away from his touch, nausea rising. — You don’t know the family? — His voice drips with sarcasm. — Azazel is your vicarius’s father. And “whisper” is what angels do to influence your mortal little minds when you’re asleep. The fallen ones do it too. Pressure builds at the sides of my head and the ground tilts for a second. Brinna was never a club girl, but one day she came to work saying she wanted to celebrate her birthday at the new place in town. I said yes. I never imagined that...

Azazel mutters, confused. Lucifer shakes his head. “Yes, she is. I can see the outline of her wings and her angelic aura. Don't you see them, Fallon?” Fallon frowns as he runs his gaze over Lana in speculation. “I sense something, but I don't see it. How is that possible?” Lana backs away from the men's speculative gaze, her face set in a scowl. “Are you talking about me?” Lucifer nods, tilting his head sideways. “Yes, you, little one. And it's against hell's rules to help angels escape once they have fallen.”

“I’m just thankful that we are still your mates, I was worried that things would end up being different with you not being a fallen.” I shook my head in shock. “What’s a fallen?” “They were angels in past lives and they’re used as tools to combat demons. They’re extremely rare because they’re normally killed off but you had survived. Baby, what I’m telling you is the truth.” He said. “This is a bit much for me to digest honestly, I barely know any of you.” I told him. A fallen? What’s he going on about things being different? I’m so confused. “I made you fall in love with me once, I’ll do it again.” He approached me and I felt tingles, proving that we were mates. He rested his forehead on to

She is pure, sensitive, loving, and kind; she means no harm to any creature, good or bad, believing everyone deserves a chance. My father, Bernael the Fallen, followed Lucifer on his fall from grace. Bernael, known throughout Heaven and Hell as the Fallen Angel of Darkness and Evil; his only care rests on his love for death and destruction, pain and agony; nothing else holds any place in his heart, not even me, it seems. My Mother, heartbroken discovering the truth surrounding the man she loved, refused to speak of him with me. Only sharing that he was evil itself and we had to stay hidden for our safety.

Desire flutters inside my belly as I take in her beautiful face. “Supernaturals are a different species born on earth. They are more like humans but with heightened powers. In fact, most were humans before they became what they are. Some creatures are not supernatural. Some can be considered aliens from other worlds or dimensions and true Angels… Angels not born on earth are not of this earth. They are a whole different species created by the Creator before humans existed. Other than the physical similarities between both species, we are very different. Humans, angels, and most demons have souls. But some do not.” Bree looks down at her hands, then back at me and mutters. “But supernatural b

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

But what he was saying was making no sense at all to her. "No. Angels are the uncorrupted heavenly beings that serve the Almighty up in heaven. The Fallen are they that followed Lucifer down to earth, to corrupt the master's creation." "So you are a fallen? Because you're here! I know angels on earth aren't supposed to be seen." "I am not!" "Then what are you doing here Mr. Angel Sariel or whatever your name is?" She put on a serious expression. He laughed bitterly. He was getting frustrated what how lightly she was taking everything. He was risking so much being there with her, to help her accomplish her mission.

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.

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. “