Angel Darkness Nightcore Novels & Stories

field that had once been a cage was now my Amplifier. "Darlene, if you do this, you won't be able to turn it off," Eryx warned, his hand finding mine. "You'll be hearing every heartbeat, every scream, and every breath of ten billion people and animals. The 'Noise' will be a Permanent Part of your Consciousness." "I am the Moon-Apex, Eryx," I whispered, my violet-silver eyes turning into a blinding, golden-white stardust. "I was never meant to have a quiet mind."

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

If anyone was watching she felt that it was a benign somebody. She liked that song a lot, although Miranda didn’t think much of it. Miranda had listened to Def Leppard’s Pyromania album nonstop since she discovered it the previous year, and whenever Lauren came over she would put it on. Lauren was pretty sure she could live the rest of her life without ever hearing “Rock of Ages” again. The ghost tree was about a ten-minute walk from the place where Lauren dismounted her bike. Miranda was already there, arms crossed and leaning against the tree with her eyes closed. Lauren wondered what Miranda was thinking about.

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.

Her breathing was heavy and in panic when his lips touched the back of her neck. "Don't make me show you how low I can step to defeat you!" He whispered darkly in her ear as his hand caressed her bare back. The touch had set his body on fire, the spark which no woman has given him yet. Mira didn't open her eyes and stayed silent, knowing any wrong word from her mouth can turn against her. Damon turned around her around beneath him. Her body was small under him, he was easily covering her. "Open your fucking eyes and look at me!"

Dyron chided, his voice a deadly mix of honey and poison in sweetness once more. “You!” Colter roared in anger, pointing at Dyron who only smiled at him sweetly, instantly recognizing the king of darkness. “Me.” Dyron said happily, pointing at himself and unleashed a dark aura that he sent spiraling towards Colter without a second thought. It was pain. It felt like every inch of his body was being burned, his brain, his heart, his lungs, every fiber of his existence cried out in agony as the dark spell coursed through him. Dyron was transferring the darkness into him and Colter’s body could not take it. It felt like it was about to burst with all the sinister energy flowing through.

"Do you really want to argue with me again, Demitri? We have a business to do. Stop causing a fight. I'm not a baby." "You are my baby," he whispered that made my heart pound so hard and loud, it stripped the rationality off me. The sound of birds and insects filled my ears when we entered the dark forest of West Evergreen, one of the few forests in the west that is situated beyond a river, and is not commonly visited by people for two reasons: first, because it's said to be cursed, second, because it is where the dangerous cave of the magical healer is known to be situated.

A sliver of darkness emerged from the gap, thicker than the shadows of the room, a darkness that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. My breath hitched. 12:49 and fifty seconds. I was not the observer of this horror; I was the participant. I realized, with a soul-crushing despair, that every thought I was having right now, every desperate rationalization, every attempt to fight it—it was all part of the loop. I wasn't defying the nightmare. I was fulfilling it. 12:49 and fifty-eight seconds.

" I reassured her then proceeded to untangle her hands from around me. I inched slowly forward, praying in my mind to whatever God was available at the moment for divine protection from those evil creatures. As I moved, I started to wonder how they kill? Did they bite? Or worse swallow? I gulped. The fear of being swallowed alive bared down on me and I gripped my neck hard to avoid making choking sounds. As I walked forward, looking straight ahead like a soldier performing a March past I saw from the corner of my eyes that some of them had started moving closer, inching their way towards us like I predator to a prey. I increased my pace, tripping on some people's leg and causing them to stir

Sit modus deam benedicat animabus illorum sub lucem hyacintho luna est scriptor Ut benedicat deam luna est luna, lux hyacintho luna sub meam” (From the deep of the spirit, who has never fallen asleep, do good to me. The spirits of the air were foul and black. It is not a pleasant thing to be kind to me. Passion and thought with the spirit of the anger against the destruction provided that it is them to me. The Spirit of the cold and the frost by the phantoms of crime and vice do good to me. May The moon goddess bless the luna' soul under the light of the blue moons)