The Fallen Angel Novel Novels & Stories

Fallen is a race of celestial beings who were sent down to earth either as punishment or as a request made by them, they lose their wings in the process. Aryiks are a race of beings who are half werewolf half angels, they are granted angel lifespans and werewolf powers, including a wolf. They also allowed the fallen angels' powers to be passed unto them, however, can only be accessed until their 20th year. Most of the Aryiks born have their werewolf side more prominent than their angel side, therefore, losing their powers. My hair was originally the same as you're, but I cut mine, killing its magic and changing it to black.

Every day I cried for you, thinking the Goddess was showing me what could have been, but she was actually showing me what was to come. Your birth mother was an angel, and your birth father a demon. I was near a river I often visited when I heard your mother's sobs. She was clutching you, and when we locked eyes with me, she handed you to me and grabbed my hand, showing me everything that had happened through her touch. Your father was a demon, and despite their races, they were madly in love. Your father is the King of the Underworld. An angel's highest rank is a guard of the Gods and Goddesses themselves; your mother was the daughter of Jeremiel, one of those guards.

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.

I was ensnared, caught in a web of desire, danger, and temptation that only he could create. “You’re… dangerous,” I whispered again, chest heaving, pulse roaring. “And I… I want it anyway.” “Good,” he said, smirk tugging at his lips, eyes dark and magnetic. “Because I want you too. And some things… some flames… aren’t meant to be resisted. They’re meant to consume.” Even as he disappeared into the night once more, leaving me trembling and breathless, I knew the truth. I was already lost. Consumed. Falling, fast and reckless, for something that could burn me—or burn me alive in the most intoxicating way possible.

He shook his head. "Daniel Grigori..." He trailed on. I remained confused. He sighed and stood up straight. "I'm a fallen." "Fallen? You're an angel?" I backed away and dissolved into a puddle of laughter. My stomach was shaking now. "Oh-oh my God." I continued laughing and turned to look at my unconscious mother. "He's an angel." I told her, laughing even harder. The 'fallen' looked at me weirdly. "I have met a lot of weird and psychotic human beings but you, Dawn Turner, are by far the worst." I stopped laughing and glared at him.

Angela's POV I didn't know what was happening anymore as I closed my eyes, when suddenly his grip loosened on my neck. I saw Ian fall. It seemed that while Ian was focused on me, Aaron attacked him from behind. Ian tumbled to the floor, letting out a moan of pain. Aaron rained punches on him. I coughed, my lungs burning for a real breath. My knees gave out, and I dropped to the floor. Ian... he was going under Aaron's blows, one after another.

Her head fell back on the pillow and she moaned. And then a shreik escaped her when he bit hard on her clit," Eyes on me, Angel." She gulped and brought her eyes to him. Even in this position he appeared so imposing. Beautiful Intricate designs were woven across his muscular back conforming to his title. A dark angel he was.

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

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."

These souls would be reborn after some time into humans limiting the existence of supernaturals to some extent save for a handful of cases over the past few centuries. At first, the two kinds lived together mingling and being a part of each other's life. They weren't divided into separate worlds like they are now and it all happened in the name of love. Talking about the present time, there are two worlds divided by the darkness named Void. Utopia is the place said to be the home of white-winged beings while Abyss is the home to coal-winged beings. If the two different creatures were to stand in front of anyone without their wings out, it would be impossible to distinguish. The only thing al