The Fallen Angel Novel Novels & Stories

“There are two choices; first, the angel's memories will be erased, he will be born again to gain his wings and become a guardian angel. It’s like a reincarnation.” "Second?" I asked, curious. "He will become a fallen angel." "What does that mean?" “Fallen angels become an oculus, an immortal person who sees everything. They can see every creature God made like ghosts, goblins, dwarfs, you name it. They can see them all.” “You are an oculus, a fallen angel? You choose to be— “ “I choose to live with the memories of the human I loved,” I saw pain in his eyes for a while. "I choose to live like this, it's hard that's why I kept myself in this book shop for years."

“An angel who will bring justice and exact vengeance on Victoria.” The weight of those words hung in the air like a storm about to break, charged with power and finality. Jessa could feel the force behind them, the heavy truth of what the Queen was saying. This was no ordinary resurrection. Clarissa would not simply return to the world as she had been. She would be transformed, remade into something greater, something capable of carrying out a task that no mortal being could ever hope to accomplish. Jessa’s expression shifted almost imperceptibly as she tried to process the revelation. Her brow furrowed in protest, her lips parting as though to speak, to argue against the Queen’s words.

He forced himself to hold her amazing eyes, to give nothing away with his own. The truth was that The Fallen Angels were into all of the above – and a fuck-ton more. And that was just what Warren knew about. He suspected that Ace and Nails kept lots of things under wraps and just between them.

Andrew stops in his tracks and stares at my angel. Her eyes are glowing and the air picks up around her. The whole area around her is filled with electricity. “If you want me, come and get me.” She growls. I see him smirk and start walking towards her. All of a sudden she lifts her hands and they all fly up. They fall back to the ground as plants start growing everywhere. I hear bones breaking as the wolves are forced to shift back. She is forcing them to shift. That shit hurts. Andrew rushes her but she sends a ball of fire at him throwing him back against a tree. The others have no idea what to do and they decide that fleeing is hte best option. A couple of them grab an unconsciou

and where she would go before Kara rushed inside my chamber. "The Angel is up but...gone..."

Kalias began, body tense, eyes dull and lifeless "if you’re right, I’ll kill you. I will tear out your heart and give it as a sacrifice to the fire, but if I am right, as I know I am, then you will awaken, Aynur the goddess of the night of all beings born with it; and by then, you will have fallen in love with me" 'This will never happen' was what was written on the girl’s face, a face covered in contempt. ☽ ━━━━━━━━ ❍ ━━━━━━━━ ☾

A powerful one. "Is that...?" Verenya whispered. I watched the falling light twist and spin toward the earth, glowing with heat and glory and sorrow. Feathers burned to gold. Grace unraveling in a firestorm. A fallen angel. Falling... not randomly. Falling toward Seralyn Keep. I smiled slowly and glanced at my sister goddess. "Interesting," I murmured. "Another piece on the board." Verenya arched a brow. "Yours?" "Oh no," I said, smirking. "I haven't touched the angels in centuries. This one's falling by choice."

The Bound to the fallen angel is a dark fantasy romance about fate, obsession, second chances, and a love that survives across lifetimes. Welcome to the beginning bitches!

The necklace, still faintly glowing, felt heavy against her chest as if it, too, held secrets waiting to be uncovered. She made her way downstairs quietly, avoiding the bustling kitchen where Rose was likely preparing breakfast. Instead, she sought solace in the library, a sanctuary of knowledge and quiet contemplation within the main house. The shelves were lined with ancient tomes and volumes on supernatural lore, each holding a promise of insight into the world beyond human understanding. Andrea pulled out a dusty book on werewolf mythology, flipping through its pages in search of any mention of beings like her—half-human, half-something else.

“Gabriel are you insane! You can never come back unless the Almighty allows it! Brother, think about what you are doing.” But Gabriel yanked the rest of his wings off in mid-fall. Unfamiliar to him he took a huge gasp of air, feeling the organs in his body now coming back to life as they laid dormant. In mid air his body contorted and he grabbed his chest once the pounding heartbeat started. While clenching his teeth and still falling he thrashed and contorted until he hit the water, thrashing back and forward as he did so. He knew his actions would get him penalized and kicked out of heaven for good. It may even be severe enough for the dark Angels to come after him for his treason. It was