The Names Of The Fallen Angels Novels & Stories

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

Kyra responded her voice ringing across the arena with authority Nephilim has a very specific classification they are the children born of fallen angels and man they are abominations half-demons half-human evil corrupted beings, monsters who prey on innocent human beings we learn this at the academy But my father is LORD MICHAEL Kyra announced as she lifted her sword pointing it at the sigil on her backplate over her shoulder There was a collective gasp around the arena and then everyone's voices questioning the truth of what she just said he died for this host Kyra continued ignoring the voices that now fell into a hush everyone was hung on her every word including Gabriel, everyone was on

"Yes, I am your girlfriend, we broke up back then but we still made it up and stayed together. I even promised you that I will be your girlfriend again while we're trying to escape from the holdapers, don't you really remember even a tiny bit of that, Lucifer?please remember me, I am Angela Santos." He furrowed his brows then he glared at me, "Don't you even dare pretend! I don't know you, I don't even know what do you want from me but please stop this stupidity, I am not the Lucifer that you're saying so shut the hell up!" He said as he started walking away, going to his car. "N-No, Lucifer! This is me, Angela! Lucifer!! Don't leave me here please, Lucifer!!!" I yelled and yelled his name

She gave me a cheeky wave and I waved back lightly. I hid myself before the woman could swivel her head to look at me. "Who are you talking about?" The woman asked. "An angel. She was right there mommy, she even waved at me." Alexis explained. "There's no one there, Alexis. You're just giving me excuses so that I can let you play in the rain. Not happening!" The lady muttered immaculately and I heard the little one huff loudly. "But mommy I really saw a beautiful angel..." Her voice trailed off. Beautiful angel huh? I'm no where close to being an angel and I will never be. With the amount of hatred that I have in my heart I don't think I deserve to be called an angel.

We'll have to work hard to get this through, but after everything we've been through, I think we'll make it through. And they always warned me not to go near him. They told me over and over again that we shouldn't be together, that Azael was the name of a demon and he would lead me to hell by his hand. Luckily I had the name of an angel, because yes, we went through hell, but we managed to get out. Together. Because loves that kills never dies.

She says softly with disbelief in her eyes. "Demons are just angels who have fallen from grace." I replied. "How does an angel fall from grace?" Luna asks as she raises an eyebrow at me.. "Well most angels fall from grace because they disobey or ignore a direct order from the high council. When that happens they are sent to the demonic realm and are reborn as demons." I replied. "Then why do demons work so closely with angels?" She asks.

she didn’t know it. The opaque eyes stared at her with a certain surprise and a little indignation, it was almost as if he screamed in her mind 'how dare you not know my name?', but still, he replied. He responded in a cold and troubled way, as if he did not present himself to another being... for millennia. "Kalias" he said with a husky and heavy voice "I am Kalias, the fallen alpha of montdust". Kalias. The name seemed to resonate in the mind of the girl, Kalias who came from Kalos and meant... beauty.

His crying eyes narrowed. Color slowly drained from his burning cheeks, leaving only the sick shame behind. God, he wanted to puke. Or gargle holy water. Or set himself on fire. He hated him—that silver-eyed sin incarnate, with a Roman statue’s face, a body like Michelangelo’s sculpture with the morals of a drunk alley cat. ‘I didn’t even know his fucking name!’ disappointment filled him. ‘Very classy Angel. Very Classy.’ He cursed the demon-like bastard in every language he knew.

It’s brutal. We fly on. From the light, three figures emerge. I don’t need introductions. I know who they are. Azazel—Lucifer’s second-in-command, and chief torturer. They’re in a female form today, with a whip in one hand and a tail that moves like a weapon. Ramiel—a fallen Watcher angel, one of the first to defy the Godhead. Banished, bitter, and now one of Lucifer’s most faithful. Dagon—a former god of the Philistines. Defeated by the Godhead himself, thrown into Hell, and now reborn through Lucifer’s vengeance.

He was better off a corpse. The Heavenly Realm says that when an angel breaks the divine rules, he/she becomes a Fallen Angel. These rules were simple actually. Stay invisible to humans, refrain from touching them, guide them, report to our immediate assigned Saint, always be on guard against evil, fight against demons if it was a must, and the list goes on... There were two things however that was the most important of all these rules and that was to never get attached to humans and never use the divine powers to hurt them.