Angel Darkness Nightcore Novels & Stories

Only they knew how terrifying Angie's powers really were. Her domain, the Spell Spheres of Darkness, had been bestowed to her by the god of the clan's own religion. The blessing of the God of Darkness was far from something a mere mortal would be able to take down. All the Zeetos were certain that Wilbur was a dead man for sure. Wilbur frowned and readied his sword for another attack as he roared, "Secondary Form: Damnation of the Thunder God." A dark cloud over ten meters wide appeared over Angie's head at once, raining down countless lightning bolts that lit up the night.

That one vampire has a weakness as well as an absurd strength. If even one move took a wrong step, what would happen would be the world of humans and vampires in danger. For that they are, the vampires who have good thoughts must become guardian Angel for Andros to control his movements. For that, however Andros must not lose consciousness! It's just that, with these shortcomings, can Andros control himself? Even more so with the actions of Brendi and those words. All the anger had even gathered in Andros' head which was ready to be released at any time! *****

"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

"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

I am confused with why he could be persuaded over to that side. Natalie hasn't returned yet, and I feel as though the group is falling apart. Nothing has been majorly successful and everything that we have planned hasn't ended well. Darkness is beginning to fall and Nick has reawakened. It's as though the darkness is floating around him like a cloud, slowly devouring him and leaving an evil shell in its place. He seems to be staring at Aaron and me and its concerning. Blue, or what every Natalie has named him tied him up before we got to the house that Natalie wanted us at. I don't know why we are here, but I trust Natalie. She hasn't let us down yet and she is even self-sacrificing. She doe

The night howled with the promise of war. Diego’s boots pressed into the damp earth as he moved through the underbrush, his senses sharpened by the pulse of approaching violence. The air carried the metallic scent of sharpened steel, the musk of Lycans shifting into their true forms. In the distance, beyond the hills that sloped toward Blackthorn’s walls, torchlight flickered—a fortress on the brink of being torn apart.

A vicious smile. She instinctively crawled backward. Her stomach twisted painfully. The heat. The full moon. The missing suppressant pill. Everything was crashing down at once. "I am impressed, Peanut." The endearment froze her blood. Before her eyes, Nick’s face began to melt away. His features distorted. His jaw sharpened. Dark hair lengthened into a ponytail. His body shifted. And there stood a man, she couldn’t forget even in her nightmares. "Damon..." Angela’s voice barely escaped her lips.

I promise I'll find you again, Angel and you will be loved this time. I'll be better man for you. I promise! The darkness finally took over.

I am better than the Kinduri. Without fear, I march straight up to that darkness. I gather Neron around me. I let it fill me, fill me right to the brim. It’s coursing through me, beating with the steadiness of a drum. I hold my hands up. They’re alight with Neron. And I plunge my hands into the heart of the darkness. Screams. Mine. Valen’s. Screams of a thousand Kinduri. Screams of Cyrillius. I’m overcome with noise and madness. Like sound is pummeling me and will leave me a bloodied, broken mess on the ground.

However, I wanted him to relive it multiple times, just as I did. "You took everything from me; allow me to show you what that feels like, little brother," I growled. Stepping towards him, I placed both hands on his face and summoned all the strength I had in me. With a surge of power, the shadows responded to my call, enveloping me like a protective cloak. They gathered in my palms, swirling and intensifying until I could feel their energy pulsating through me. With a determined force, I unleashed the gathered darkness, sending a powerful shockwave of dark energy coursing through him. The impact was so intense that he couldn't help but let out a piercing scream of agony, his body unable to