Angel Dark Novels & Stories

She was about to just give it all away. They didn't stop. It feels like someone ripped my heart out when Dylan gave me the full details of the party and how she was about to sacrifice her life. I felt anger but most of all despair. I guess Angel is right. I've taken away her freedom. And we haven't been with each other for a really long time. *** Quinn Daggers were our rival. They were the ones who were the real danger. They were the one who hurt the innocent and kill them. They show no mercy. And I hate people like them.

And it broke out of him with a thundering, shaking the surroundings, made the people in the nearby town pause fearfully in their actions and made them aware of how little they dominated of this world. Completely destroyed, Azrael only knew how to flee. With a single tear running down his cheek, he fluttered heavily and became one with the darkness. But Azrael did not notice the acne-scarred face of a young man on the top of a heap of rubble in the shadow of the ruin, whose eyes glistened with malevolence. A forest near Tallinn, Estonia, December 25, 6:44 a.m.

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

the whole pack chorused. "In case you are wondering who these are. This is my uncle, my father's junior brother, Alpha Bardulf Wulfblood of The Boldclaw Prowlers’ Pack and Luna Hera Wulfblood from Ohio. They are Angel’s parents. Their land was stolen and they were kept as slaves. A lot of us here know what that was like. But now they are free and now home. Accord them the courtesy you would accord me. Having them here feels like having my parents back."

I answered. “I would use that ability and pay close attention to her scent. Since she is a dark angel, it is possible that your pup could be a rare metallic angel. It is written that the only other two documented dark angels gave birth to children that bore powers associated with metals. One was said to have wings that were golden in color and that the child was able to control all things made from gold. The other child was said to have wings that were dark grey but then faded to silver at the tips. This child could control multiple different metals.” Eivor explained.

“Ahh!! Wails and cries of the Gemini witches could be heard as Angelus was busy tearing their limbs apart, ripping their hearts out, pulling their hands and heads away from their bodies, and drinking their blood with no remorse in her face. The witches were defenseless against Angelus due to the fact that Angelus is a Tribrid and she was too fast for them to counter her attack with their magic. After about twenty minutes, Angelus was done with her cold-blooded massacre. Licking the blood on her fingers, she burnt the dead bodies with her magic while walking away from the woods. Meanwhile, a certain eyes could be seen watching her from afar, this eyes belonged to Rheagal, a Ten billion years

When she mentioned her name to the receptionist, they instructed Mariko to go directly to his office. As Mariko knocked on the door first before he went inside the CEO's room, she noticed the man standing on the floor-to-ceiling window, facing the view of a skyscraper. He has this salt and pepper-colored hair. His hands were inside his pockets. Ethan notices her presence and turned around to face her. He frowned upon seeing a woman standing at the front door, wearing a black shirt and army pants, with her hair tied in a loose braid. "Mr. Reed, I am agent Angel, from the Moon Castle Agency. I am the person in-charge to protect your son, Marcus Reed." Ethan smiled. He walked toward his swivel

A shifter or maybe even a vampire? When dragons live forever, the possibilities are endless. *** Angelos, daughter of Hera, granddaughter of Zeus I'm weary. I never dreamed it would take this long to break the curse. Dragons are so very stubborn. They had only to open their hearts, give up their pride, and love someone more than they loved themselves. It took a child for them to see the light. I understand this because I love my daughter in exactly the same way.

His hand drifted lower. Angela seized his wrist and dug her nails into his skin. “Stay away from me if you don't want to die.” Damon laughed like a maniac. “And who will kill me? You? Your husband? Your godfather?” he pulled his hand back and circled her like a predator. “Nobody can kill me, Angela. Not while you're at my mercy.” “You'll regret this!” Angela snarled. “We'll see. Now let me see how long you can harness your heat.” He stood in front of her. Then the dark magic flooded the room.