Angels Of Darkness Nightcore Novels & Stories

If he does not see what faintly strides through the dark night. So he turns again. He does not come to full view. He watches the figure move like the zombies from the video game. It was how the Apocalypse begins. First, a single zombie is seen raiding the streets but just as humans think they had it under control, a pack would lash out of a corner, charging towards them. No! Don't think that. Zombies are not real.

Things around me like the berserk air, The scary howling, I could hear nothing, it was very calm, the air with it brought the peace I felt like I'm being carried away. " Wh-why is it so dark and peaceful? Am I dead? I questioned myself. "Why not see yourself," said a powerful voice that sounded scary and enchanting. I slowly opened my eyes Under the moonlight, the first thing I saw was a mesmerizing pair of eyes gazing back at me intimidatingly, Long eyelashes, A pointed nose that looked like a decoration on his beautiful face with a slightly grown beard and hissy hair. Holy christ did he just walk out of a painting, I chewed my bottom lip and asked. "Are you an angel of death?"

I'm so sorry, I regret it, I shouldn't have agree to this. I fucked up again. I could feel it. That wasn't an apology. ‘’Listen rowan, I don’t give a fuck about you or your stupid relationship situation or what so ever. Don't drag me into your shit and certainly don't carry me to your bed. Don't even come near this room when you are drunk or out of your mind. So Rowan, you and your bullshit can go to hell. The door is over there and open, you can certainly make your way , I’m sure you can.’’

That's when I saw Kuya Kali who was about to go to bed and I just smiled at him as a thank you, I felt my vision gradually darken and after that everything I could see became black. .... THIRD PERSON POV When Guia lost consciousness, the Angels just kept singing. And all of a sudden the angels circled Charlatan's head while still singing... Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy~ Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy~ Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy~

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.

Decus lashed out, releasing his dark strength. Dark mist hovered around the demon, seemed to ensnare him. The mist materialized and two small demons were released. They were two black beings that looked like a huge ball. But the appearance was deceptive and the round body opened and a huge mouth went around the whole front body, while on the back there were small wings that were constantly moving. The teeth of the huge mouth were long and pointed as saliva ran down them. “You won't beat me so easily! My dark servants will kill you! ”Godric took a step back as the demons turned to him. "Kill them, my angel-eaters!" Decus shouted and sank to the ground as the pain from the staff became overwhe

He extended his hand for a dance, The inky blackness night sky, thick clouds blotted out the stars, masked the full moon filling the water with blue light, the colossal wave’s crash onto the tick, wet sand, and the icy and withering wind became a silent spectator of Angel in Devil’s arms, both souls swaying and swirling to the lyrics of Christina Perri- A thousand Years song. S –“Did I tell you how beautiful you looking tonight My Dove”, he whispered in her ears A – Her breathing was rapid due to proximity, “Nope,” she complained in a baby voice with a pout at the end.

with the other five angels working tonight, all of them getting ready. The preparation was extensive. Full body waxing. Makeup applied to perfection. Hair styled. Bodies oiled until their skin gleamed. Each angel wore the same uniform: a black silk robe that would be removed the moment they entered their assigned stations. "Room assignments," announced Mistress Katrina, the club's manager....a severe woman in her fifties who ran The Obsidian with military precision. "Maya, you're in the Velvet Room tonight. We have eighteen members booked for gloryhole service between 9 PM and 2 AM. Think you can handle that?"

From inside, a ghost of music bled out: Linkin Park, “What I’ve Done.” Night: Lounge Past midnight, Angel hovered in the doorway, arms locked across her chest. The lounge flickered with a no-budget horror’s blue wash. Chris slouched in a recliner, buried to the wrist in popcorn. On the couch, Robert snored gently into Selma’s shoulder. Teens sprawled on the carpet, half-watching, half-whispering. Scott among them. “Anyone seen my parents?” Angel asked, voice too steady. Chris glanced over. “Weren’t they going for shrubs?”

Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow. Kram faced everyone and deeply breathed slowly, worried and restless. His wings slowly went down as he sighed in fear and worry, “A vampire was awakened in the human world,” he said, loud and clear for everyone to hear him. All eyes looked at him in horror; the angels looked at each other at the same time, some got worried and some began to panic. They were not expecting the news, and what’s worst was it was an unexpected predicament, something they never heard for too many years, something that they never wanted to know at all