Angel Black Butler Novels & Stories

Even in the faint hue of the evening’s moonlight, the fiery lines on her forehead were visible. Her shoulders were tense as she turned to stare at him. “Running away, returning home. Whatever action you see fit. Mr. Axton.” A smirk formed at the corner of Angel’s lips and Elena’s fists balled by her sides. She could feel the anger she’d thought to have kept under control, slowly returning. A sudden flash of blinding light lit up the driveway as a black Bentley geared up in the distance. Then stopped smoothly just in front of Angel.

She was wearing a black dress, her nails painted black, her lips a bright red. I sucked in a deep breath, my chest heaving. I should have killed her. I should have ended her before she did Cora. "The Alpha interim is here!" Alpha interim? I? I am way bigger than a mere Alpha, much less on the interim. I swallowed hard, then slowly made my way down the stairs. Blake watched me, a sinister smile caressing his lips, as Angeline stood beside him, her eyes thin. "You came," I said to Blake, my eyes thin.

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

I cut him off impatiently as we geared towards the front door. It abruptly opened and in front of us was an old butler. My eyes narrowed, he looked human. To make more caution, I threw a dose of wolfsbane powder at him. It had no effect, only making him cough instead with a frown on his face. “Can I help you gentlemen?” “He seems human.” Sebastian whispered from behind me. I scowled deeply, “We’re looking for someone. Asher Blackwood and Aurora Thompson to be precise.” I studied his face greatly for any sign of a facade, he remained stoic, eyes expressionless, “I don’t think I know who that is.”

I can lick him down for you right now. My face flushes hot. April, stop it. Shut up. I take a step forward, forcing a polite smile onto my face to hide the panic. "Hello. My name is Betty." The black king turns his head. His eyes lock onto mine, and the world completely stops. An invisible hammer hits my chest. The sheer weight of his aura slams into me, crushing the air straight out of my lungs. My knees buckle instantly. It is not just power. It is ancient, violent, and predatory.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

The Bloody Red Humanoid figure, however, continued to take gentle steps towards him. "Even if I die today, I'm very sure you'll be meeting me soon—Since you're still too weak to go against my lord." "Not an 'if,' it's a would" The Bloody Red Humanoid figure corrected, he was just a few meters away, by this time. "Haha. Yes, you're right. It's not an 'if', it's a 'would'." the Black Being smiled bitterly to himself.

Bacchus answered. “Why?” I asked again. “WHY?! YOU’RE ASKING WHY?! HE KILLED OUR BROTHERS! HE DESERVES TO DIE!” Pegasus shouted again. Bacchus just look at him and he shut up. I sighed. “Black Dragon just fought back. It was one versus many.” I quietly said. “It wasn’t his fault that your members are no match to him.” “Exactly. That’s why Boss is angry. He killed them all without being shot even once.” Bacchus bitterly answered.

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.