Angel Dark Novels & Stories

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.

Only the glow of the bulb behind him cut through the shadows, revealing his silver coloured hair. The dark angel. Angelo De Angelis. A man knelt before him, trembling and bleeding. Whispering prayers in a language he didn't care to understand. Finally he stood and walked forward, each step deliberate, echoing like judgement. Then he paused, gloved hands tucked behind his back and black coat brushing his boots. Cold blue eyes stared at the man in front of him. No emotion, no hesitation. It was just calm, patient, unblinking and deadly. The man chained to the wall trembled and whimpered. “P-please… I didn't know…I…I didn't —”

I stood in the midst of a moonlit forest, the silvery glow of the moon casting an otherworldly light over the serene landscape. Suddenly, a shadow appeared, and my heart raced when I saw him under the moonlight—tall, broad, and dangerous. His long black leather coat shimmered faintly, silver buckles gleaming on his shoulders. A dark cloak swirled behind him, and his black boots thudded heavily as he approached. The demonic mask of blackened iron obscured his face, leaving only glowing eyes visible, and the smile he wore was sinister and bone-chilling. Then, he lifted his hand and slowly removed the mask. My eyes widened in horror as I realized that the man before me was Zander Blake, standin

What the hell was going on with me? He stared at me with blue eyes that reminded me of the deep sea, full of darkness and secrets. It was unsettling yet captivating, and I found myself drawn to him. An impulse surged through me to trace his sharp jaw and the scar over his right eyebrow with my fingertips and press my lips against his plump ones while running my hands through his thick black hair. No one had ever stirred such feelings within me. Nicholas unlocked a part of me that I didn’t know existed, awakening a need that excited and terrified me. It was as if he held a mirror to my soul, revealing desires I’d kept buried deep. Yet there was the angel inside me that the world thought me to

‘It’s a forgotten royal crest. Silas frowned thoughtfully before typing again. ‘Do you know anything about the curse connected to it?’ The typing bubble appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. Then… ‘Not personally.’ I tried not to let my disappointment show. Silas kept going. ‘Is there somewhere I can learn more?’ This time the wait lasted longer. Long enough that I heard Angela humming quietly in the kitchen while searching through cabinets. Finally… Another message arrived. Silas opened it. ‘There was an old volume that mentioned that crest years ago.’

Some people turned to look at them, then continued dancing. She stood in place as the man approached her. She was magnetized by his alluring hazel eyes. They had a weird glint to them, she just couldn't explain it. "Hello ma'am. Are you okay?" His voice was smooth and soft like silk. He had a faint accent which she couldn't place. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." She noticed Diego moving to the back door and she followed him, completely ignoring the man who helped her. She followed Diego out of the club and into the alleyway beside the club. He was on his phone, trying to call someone. She walked towards him and grabbed the phone, he was calling Alberto, his accomplice. She ended the call and kep

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

he stated which made her froze. "You knew that I'm...?" "Please, get out," he cut him off and she obeyed, yet she was still puzzled how Blame knew that she was an angel. The moment she went out of the bathroom, Blake instantly shut the door and stared in mute horror at the bag he was holding. He couldn't imagine he would taste another humans' blood and this time was in his own accord. Without a choice, he slowly removed its seal and shut his eyes and drank it. In each gulp, he felt pleasure and satisfaction. The moment the bag was empty he instantly opened the other one like a hungry stray creature that was eager to discard his starvation.

"Son, listen to what Aurora has to say and believe that she had no other choice, just listen and you will know who wants to end you, besides being a Salvatore, he is also a caolin. Delmom, crying without understanding anything, was about to lose his father and when he saw him leave, he felt for the first time the fury of an evil werewolf and promised his father that he would kill the one responsible for the misfortune in his life. Solomon was glorifying in Felix's death and celebrating his reign, especially because he would be the owner of everything, including Aurora, as soon as he removed his son Delmom from the scene and everyone would surrender at his feet. "I need to get out of here and