The Names Of The Fallen Angels นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Angel adjusted the box she was holding under one arm and placed her free hand on her hip, looking at him with disgust for a moment before her face began to fall. “Don’t bother making promises you can’t keep and besides, it’s too late anyway.” The sadness in her voice might have been enough to tell Layon how she felt but it was in that moment that he saw a flash of memory in his mind’s eye, a woman who looked much like Angel but slightly older, a woman who was no longer around. The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack.

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

Razor-sharp nails extended from his fingers, ready to rend and tear with lethal precision. Driven by an uncontrollable rage, he became a whirlwind of destruction, his fury unleashed upon his enemies. Men fell before him like leaves in a storm, their cries lost in the din of battle. But as the dust settles and the last foe crumpled to the ground, Alex finds himself in the midst of carnage, the adrenaline faded, leaving only exhaustion in its wake. With a final, trembling breath, Alex's form shifted, reverting to his human guise. He collapsed amidst the carnage, closing his eyes against the horror of the scene before him, surrounded by the silent testament of his unleashed fury.

Noah said weakly, as if all strength had drained from him. Three days later, the Bloodmoon Pack held a grand ceremony of submission. The new Alpha led every wolf to kneel before me, before Northland, and swear eternal loyalty. At the ceremony, the wolves who had once mocked me were dragged out one by one, their arms and legs broken, and thrown at my feet. Jack was bound to a pillar of shame. His body was filthy, his legs completely shattered, his eyes hollow and lifeless. When he saw me standing on the high platform, dressed in royal regalia, his mouth opened as if he wanted to speak, but only broken, choking sounds came out.

It of course failed and they both fell. But,not without taking 1/3 of the angels with him.Those angels mingled with humans and their children became the demons.God destroyed them with Wrath that poured out water onto the earth.It caused a flood that destroyed all the living.But they weren't gone they became ghosts roaming the earth after being banished to the underworld.Their parents,the fallen angels became deities.Those Deities had fetish priests and seers.There were seven major Fallen angels,Lucifer, Asmodeus,Satan,Beelzebub,Baal, Leviathan and Belphegor.The Devil was a title chosen by the seven princes.Satan was the Devil in World wars and Lucifer was King in the fall of man and Babel.It

Faye frowned, but, nibbling her mouth, she thought about the possibility. "Perhaps he couldn't feel the presence of the demon inside her. Maybe your book was preventing this detection as well. What would make this crüel nun the receiver of one of the fallen angels of our world. Someone powerful enough to enter and leave our world, and go unnoticed for years trying to prevent you from remembering these powers.” "Some capital sin, like the two of you? "I besug, looking at each other. Faye hesitated. "There are many angels who have also fallen with us, in that rebellion and in so many others. Although there are only six of us who have been condemned to eternal punishment, the others are just as

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...”

Instead, visions assaulted her mind like flashes of lightning. At first, the images were hazy, indistinct. A happy family scene unfolded: a little girl giggling between her parents, their faces obscured. The warmth and joy radiating from the trio enveloped her, but she couldn't quite see their faces. Suddenly, the scene shifted. Flames engulfed a house, consuming everything in their path. A triumphant face materialized – Marcus Blackwood's. His eyes gleamed with malice, and her heart sank. Next, a grave appeared, bearing the name Jane Ruth. The little girl's cries echoed through the darkness as she clung to her father's long coat.