The Fallen Angel Novel Novels & Stories

My wings felt weak, the tips were greying as my eyes fluttered shut and I lost consciousness. I sure hope that this is not my time, how can a human kill a fallen angel?

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

She also noticed how sad his eyes were. "Why do you have lonely eyes? You are supposed to be evil," she finally spoke to him. Even though she wants to punch this evil shit head, she will wait. "You are my enemy." He inhaled sharply before answering. "I can't answer why. I have this since the first time I opened my eyes. And yes, I'm your enemy. I am evil." "Why is that so easy for you to say? Angels are not supposed to be bad. Unless you are a fallen angel and you are delivering us to hell."

Cordelia said as she continued crying. As Jared hung up the call, SAKI already knew what to do. Immediately, he ignited the car they were well on their way immediately Jared was done with the call. After several directions, they finally arrived at Cordelia’s apartment and Jared ran upstairs like he was a fire fighter on a mission. As Jared ran SAKI could only wonder, the angel who had made the mafia this way. As he ran, SAKI tried to put two and tow together. “Or is this the reason why my master wants to kill Brian?”

Amber POV. During the last fifty years or something, heaven has been going into war with hell, they have gone insane, and they started to drop casualties, demons are dying, angels are dying, and others are falling. Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱ Amber eyes, short hair. I’d still be able to recognize that face anywhere. "I hope you’ll be able to forgive me for being late," he said as he bowed in front of me. Samael. The angel Samael. No. The fallen angel - Samael. The one who fell not by choosing a side but by his own crimes in the midst of an internal war.

Before she could make out what was happening her world turned back, pulling her into a deep sleep. Her surroundings started to change in a flash. The black background started to turn into white making her eyes hurt. And in seconds it’s all white! “Hello! Anybody there!?” she yelled. “Hello!” she started yelling again. This isolated place was making her insane. “Abigail,” She heard a voice. Hearing someone’s voice, she turned around. The moment she turned around, she was rooted in her place. A woman was standing in front of her with sapphire blue eyes, blonde hair, in a blue gown looking like an angel descended from heaven. Her mouth opened wide as she looked at her. She thought there would b

Damnit, and I know it's so stupid, but I actually wanted to understand Elias, despite all the fucking things he had done to me, but before I could open the book again, he barges in, takes the book from my hand, and pushed me away, so so hard that I immediately fall to the floor, yes, it was that pathetic, and there was no saving myself. How he got into the room like a flash, I had no clue, or how on fucking earth he walked up to me, and I didn't even realize it. All I knew was that I landed on my butt on the floor with my racing fearful heart like a complete loser, cause I knew that the not so devil would finally kill me at last for touching his stuff Yes, there was no explanation I could gi

NOELLE I'm still trembling when he pulls his fingers away, and I whine at the loss, my hips jerking after him. His eyes are dark, his chest heaving. But he's scanning the boutique, his nostrils flaring. "Angel," he rasps, his voice husky. "We need to move. The New Order might be close. The incense—" Rage ignites under my skin instantly. I shove myself off the wall, my legs shaky. "No."

“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.”