Angel Darkness Nightcore Novels & Stories

“But it’s ours.” “Ours,” Adrian said. Hand in mine. 60 BPM. “Day 7. And tomorrow’s 8. And after that’s 9. And after that’s… forever. Of noise.” _Thump._ “Good,” I said. Turned. To him. Scar silver. Not moon. Not war. Nightlight. From hall. Alex’s shark. “I like noise. Now.” “Me too,” Adrian said. Kissing me. Slow. Not 3 AM. Not 3:01 PM. Not court.

The dim glow of the nightlight in the corner of the classified apartment exposed a harrowing tableau: Darren’s black shirt had been torn open at the chest, revealing taut, vascular muscles, while his hawk-like eyes were completely bloodshot, drowned in a primal fog of lust that had annihilated the remaining shards of his sanity. Darren offered no verbal response to the screams. His hearing had gone entirely deaf, drowned out by the thundering roar of his own heartbeat, which was hammering far past its normal threshold due to the high-potency aphrodisiac fed to him by Clarissa. The hellish, internal fire was systematically flaying his nervous system, demanding an instinctual, raw physical rel

Elena's breath caught, the attack was impossibly fast and in mere seconds, the darkness multiplied transforming into enormous black spikes — Hundreds of them, sharp enough to pierce mountains and each one aimed directly at her ready to tear her apart. For a brief moment, Elena saw death, but... "...Huh?" Far above, Gargan Noctyrr Noar frowned because for the first time since arriving, confusion appeared on his face because right before his eyes, the darkness stopped, the monstrous manifestation of Underworld mana... None of it could touch Elena.

Closing my eyes, I focused harder and could taste the bitter sting of rage, anger and craving for revenge spreading through her mind, bordering her soul. “Through the shadows, we shall be eternally connected now, and you will come to me, Angel of Darkness,” a smile formed on my lips. Ironically, the consequence of the Moon Goddess’ intervention came to be in my benefit. Having Angeline consumed by Darkness was much better than my original plan of simply killing her and having the Moon Goddess prophecy dead with Angeline. I couldn’t take my eyes off Angeline's image. The blackness in her was beautiful, fitting like a glove.

The night was cloaked in darkness as Abaddon and Axel navigated the dimly lit alleyways, their footsteps muffled by the eerie silence that surrounded them. Abaddon's cold, calculating eyes scanned the area, taking in every detail with a precision that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared cross his path. Axel, on the other hand, wore a twisted grin, his eyes gleaming with a manic light as he twirled a dagger between his fingers.

Draven sang excitedly. “She is dreaming of Silas; I heard her thoughts, calling his name,” Angela tattled in Draven’s mind, somewhat emotionless. Draven closed his eyes to find Angela, only to see her eyes contain utter sorrow. It quickly disappeared when Draven’s amethyst eyes turned a pure violet. Angela started to show discomfort; she lowered her head and whimpered in pain. Draven then snarled, causing her to immediately lose consciousness.

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

Soon, his legs gave out and he collapsed to the floor, hearing, faintly, Angel's screams. His vision was blurry, his stomach turned and his body weak. A fog came over his mind and vision as he heard Angel scream out his name. He tried to stand however something kicked him back down. "Don't worry, mutt," a voice echoed. "This specific little sleeping spell only works for Lycans. I need you out of the picture while I get the pregnant bitch. Oh, but don't worry, I'll keep her safe....until I no longer need her!" With an eerie laughter echoing behind the voice, Dmitri succumbed to the terrifying darkness. ****

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

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