Angel Dark Novels & Stories

"My angel...my angel...do you know how fucking pathetic you sound, Kothari? You've been chanting that endlessly the entire way here, and yet you are too stupid to see the truth of the matter. I am weary of listening to you, so let's have this out once and for all." Agony took off his dark glasses, running a hand through the lock of dark hair falling across his brow. Dark brown contact lenses hid the crimson red of his eyes, and he reached up to remove them, tired of the pretence. "Let's discuss your Angel, Kothi. Explain to me just exactly what makes Dara Romanov this mystical creature you've spent your entire life coveting?"

His aura felt strangely familiar, but she was too nervous to ponder it. Angela wanted to back away, but decided against it. She stood her ground, determined not to show any fear. She aggressively flashed her teeth and showed the white of her eyes. Draven looked at her with his predatory gaze. He was almost ensnared by her captivating presence. He then smiled and neared her with his head held high, the atmosphere around Angela's forest gradually became shrouded by a veil of darkness.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

- Agnes asks, amused. - Love, I had to make several plans with you. Ulric Chuckles. - Do it. I don't know what Klaus will become like if Angel leaves. The couple get up and leave. They go to the room that had been assigned to them. - I'm going to hunt. I need fresh blood to think. - Dark says, kissing Agnes on the lips, and in seconds, he is in the forest, looking for something big to drink. Agnes opens a small suitcase and takes out a vial of white powder. She pours some on a small table and puts away the rest. Then, standing with her hands over the ashes, she starts her chant.

And if she had to destroy April and Isabella to make that happen, so be it. With one last look in the mirror, she turned and left the room, her heart set on her dark and twisted path. The Bloody Sinners Clan had no idea what was coming, but soon, they would all see just how far Amelia Earhart was willing to go to get what she wanted or become MRS AMELIA DARKCLAW......

He fought with all of his might against that fate, but couldn’t move, couldn’t free his spirit, couldn’t stop the darknessfrom crashing down upon him again, sucking him deeper and deeper into nothingness. The car door opened, bringing hot humid air rushing into the icy interior of the Hummer and crawling over Angela's skin, reminding her of times when she’d awaken in the night to find either a fat-bellied rat or a vampire bat in her bed. Shuddering, she braced herself for the worst that would follow and Herrera didn’t disappoint her.

The realization settled over me like a shroud. “Who?” I demanded. “Who would—” “I don’t know.” Daniel cut me off, and for once there was no mockery in his voice. “But I intend to find out. And when I do, I’m going to make them wish they’d never been born. We have to get her,” For a single, horrifying moment, we were on the same side. Two monsters, united by the only thing that mattered. Angel. “Show me the coordinates,” I said. Daniel smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Angela knelt beside me, her eyes wide with awe and fear, whispering that the prophecy of the First Flame had found its vessel. Before I could respond, a low growl echoed through the chamber, deep enough to rattle the bones in my body. Angela froze, her fingers curling into my arm as though to steady herself, though I knew she was afraid. From the shadows at the far end of the room, a figure emerged—tall, cloaked, and wreathed in a darkness that seemed alive. His eyes gleamed silver, sharp and inhuman, fixed on me with a hunger that chilled me more than any flame could warm.

This seems odd and Angelica wanted to know the reason for their argument. "Why are you so wicked? Angelica wouldn't forgive you if she finds out what you are planning to do." Pamela spat out. "And I don't fucking care. She will never get angry at her father because if she finds out what am planning to do, she will give her life for my happiness. You very well know how much she loves me" Gerald pouted. Pamela gave him a menacing gaze, she didn't just know how to convince this man to change his evil plan against his daughter. Angelica is never worth evil things, she's just an innocent girl who craves to be loved by people and now her father is planning to kill her, sacrificing her blood to the

"Give me back the bird and I will complete your ritual but if you refused then I have no choice but to leave you in pain and you know that once the sunset, you won't be able to get your body back!" "Aaaaaaaaa! you witch! how dare you!" The angel of darkness screwed up his face as he speaks. "Tell them to give me the bird back right now!" The sun was moving to the south side and ready to set down. "Fine!" The angel of darkness said and looking at those two priests they were standing at the back of Lame, Angel of darkness rolled his eyes ball at them and the one holding that bird gave it to Lame while the angel of darkness stretched his hand towards Lame and she holds it then continue with the