Angel Darkness Nightcore Novels & Stories

The grey lines on his neck pulse one last time, a dark, suffocating net trying to crush his core. Then, the mountain begins to shake. A deafening, catastrophic roar of pure shadow-energy explodes from Clyde’s chest. The black, liquid darkness that Vance tried to poison doesn't just return; it erupts like a volcanic geyser, blowing the remaining furniture against the granite walls. The grey lines on his skin incinerate, turned to ash from the inside out as his Alpha core is supercharged by the blood of the First Hearth.

“Ah, here. This is New Metal, a subgenre.” I play her a few Linkin Park songs, and she listens intently before she starts moving to the music. She sways her head to the beat, and I can’t help but smile. “Can you play more?” she asks after the second song. “I’m going to ignore the question format,” I laugh. “Sure.” I put on some songs by Amon Amarth, Skeletonwitch, Rammstein, and Godsmack. Then some more rock-metal like Avenged Sevenfold, and she loves it all.

Only the necromancer’s call could make the undead get a hold of himself. Now, with Angelina fading away, the spell was collapsing. As soon as Yarosh spoke those last words, all these thoughts flashed through the mind of the Undead King with the speed of a comet. Reive abruptly raised his hand, conjuring up the Dark with his mind. The ground trembled. He was using his last resources. Everything he’d ever had. Everything that remained accessible to him after his seven-hundred-year sleep. The clouds above the heads of the two armies filled with thick shadow. But these weren’t rain clouds. This was the Dark.

Ahlum said, regaining her posture, going back to join Sir Zuka and others while all of them turned to Katastrofi again, prepared for his next attack. “You shall regret your actions now.” Snarling, he tapped his scythe again and called upon another dimension to the real world, much harder and darker than the one they had faced till now. “Requiem Of Blood.” Upon casting this spell, the night grew darker with crimson shades, horrifying everyone when the scarlet clouds began to emerge as from them Angels of death emerged. In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze.

“We're under attack.” “Put Plan B into action and position your army accordingly. My brother doesn't know about our alliance, which can catch them off guard. Also, they are dead people under someone’s control,” I explained, because my brother doesn’t have the dark Selene skill, and I was sure of it. “What are you talking about?” “Night Angels mean death brought back to life in lycan scriptures, and we are fighting puppets with immense power of darkness.” “Shit, I'll alert my army about the enemies we’re up against,” Kayden replied. I disconnected the call and mind-linked my soldiers as well. Then, I ran toward the pack borders.

" We notch our bows and wait for the morrow Cold is the night and nary a tear for on the morn we head into shadow There is no room for our fear His eyes are cruel, his evil is endless Black is soul and ne'ver he'll rest till all the world lies covered in darkness and none who'd fight him are left. Zhanere Zelezial"

' Dante dumps his bandage rolls on the floor makes his way closer to Cornel, eyeing him up with interest and appraises him from head to foot with no real intensity. 'Oh, and could we get some god damn lights in here? I’m nocturnal in pitch dark but in this shadowy gloom, it’s harder. I feel like this could be bad for my eyes.' He adds in mock anger, seeming in a better mood, and without thinking I click my fingers and illuminate all the lights and signs closest by. Brightening up the hall to scary levels of ouch.

I asked, frowning. “You must merge your energies, and the baby will be such a powerful catalyst that you’ll be able to attack Hall at the right moment, causing him to die from an energy overload,” whispered the god Noche. “Dark power in its purest form is capable of leaving a trail of destruction that shatters everything. Only then will he be vulnerable enough to die.” Those words hit me like a sledgehammer. You have to control yourself, Alondra snapped nervously. And that said more about her than it did about me.

His smile fills me with so much dredd that I wish I had run out of the room when I first heard him tonight. Finally finding my voice, I shriek and Charlie cocks his head to the left side. When he straightens it and leans closer to my face, he whispers, "Your mom isn't able to help you right now and to tell you the truth, I don't think she will ever be able to again." It's clear now that the blood dripping from his fangs is my mom's and he has done something horrible to her. "I need you Anna. You aren't the ideal candidate for this, but Billie is too old for it to work. Taking your soul instead is the only chance I have now because you are still pure and innocent enough that I can use you

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.