Angels Of Darkness Nightcore Novels & Stories

' She wondered. That Friday night, Chiara went with her father to Moonlight club. It was an exclusive nightclub frequented by socialites, celebrities and rich people owned by Carlos Nicolettis. Immediately they walked in, a huge man in the VIP section came down to meet them. They weaved around the drunk people on the dance floor and followed the man to an office in the back.

The incantation to muffle the sights and sounds around us does little good to stop the banshee’s screams. I grab his hands and chant with him. “Clausus sonare. Angustos lux. Hoc aspectu in domum custodire ab omni malo. Clausus sonare. Angustos lux. Hoc aspectu in domum custodire ab omni malo.”

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

The priest goes to the coffin and says," Give him, o Lord, your peace and let your eternal light shine upon him. Amen." We watched as the coffin went down as In the arms of the angels start playing. You spend all your time waiting For that second chance For a break that would make it okay There's always some reason To feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction Oh, beautiful release Memories seep from my veins Let me be empty Oh, and weightless And maybe I'll find some peace tonight In the arms of the angel Fly away from here From this dark, cold hotel room

I purred, biting my lip and looking over his chest and abs, wanting to run my tongue over them. He laughed and wrapped his arms around me. “Angel, you couldn’t possibly be any hotter, trust me. That would be illegal,” he replied, kissing me again. I pulled the damp towel off and threw it on the floor as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me up to the pillow end and pulled the covers back, climbing into the bed with me still attached to his front like a baby monkey. He pulled the covers completely up over our heads and pulled back to talk to me in the semi darkness. “I missed you tonight. Why didn’t you stay and play with us?” he asked sulkily.

From where I sat, a strong premonition of danger suddenly filled me, and goosebumps spread all over my body. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Alpha Damien suddenly bit into his thumb, producing a drop of strange blue blood. The moment the blood appeared, the air itself seemed to grow colder. “Angels of darkness… bringers of death…” “Aaad tefvhjj•głďħuwwwtr…” He began chanting in a strange language I could not understand. The words sounded distorted and ancient, like whispers from something buried deep beneath the earth. Although I couldn’t understand a single word, an instinctive fear and hatred rose violently inside me the moment I heard it.

His face softened and I hurried to him and he wrapped me in his arms. " I can't believe I mind linked. That's never happened before." I exclaimed. Ben and Daniel exchanged glances but I didn't make a deal of it. They probably just thought it was abit weird. "Alpha we should probably be heading back now." Daniel said to which Ben nodded in agreement. They changed again into their wolf forms as that would get us back alot quicker. Rachel was already on Daniels back holding onto his fur tightly as he began to run through the forest followed by me on Ben's back. I held onto him like my life depended on it.

Taking a shaky, shallow breath, I followed Devlin towards the heavy velvet curtains that separated the dimly lit backstage shadows from the bright, leering eyes of the waiting audience. "Ladies and gentlemen!" Roy's booming voice, amplified by the club's powerful sound system, reverberated through the backstage area. "Tonight, the Devil's Club is proud to present a very special debut! A vision of ethereal beauty, a whisper of moonlight in the darkness... a creature of mystery and allure! Give a roaring Devil's Club welcome to Angel!"

It hummed with a sound that made my teeth ache—the sound of a billion hard drives spinning at once. **The Central Hub.** Standing at the base of the tower was an army. Not wolves. Not humans. They were **Angels**. At least, that’s what they looked like. They were ten feet tall, made of white porcelain, with wings made of fiber-optic cables. They held swords of pure, white light. "The 'Security Subroutines,'" Rowan hissed, his bronze skin beginning to glow with a violet fire. "They’ve come to 'Format' the drive."

The only person allowed to be more upset than me is her and the kids at this very moment. Nodding at my father's awfully angry face, especially given the circumstances, I look back down at my sleeping beauty. Now, as what usually happens minutes after giving a human venom of a vampire- hybrid in this case which only makes it that much better- I can see the once lightly coloured blue veins running down her neck now rotting black, indicating that it's working.