Angels Of Darkness Nightcore Novels & Stories

As usual all I receive is another fist that connects me with the darkness I have come to crave. Jared I leave her on the kitchen floor. The darkness has corrupted me once again. Call me a monster, call me a demon, or a woman abuser. I don't and can't control it. The anger I have deep inside chooses when to come out. I can usually suppress it at work, but today was a particularly bad day. My career as a contractor who owns his own business allows me to control it with a secluded environment, but when I'm home the anger takes over. Unfortunately, it happens around my wife. My wife. The woman I used to care for most in the world. The woman that despite being in the damn hospital with a fucking

His eyes were glowing brighter, with fire inside of them. “Then I will make you scream it before this night ends.” A shiver ran down my spine. I looked over at Mira and she was almost gone. The golden angel had taken off her trousers, sucking hard on her pussy, in a way that made her toes curl. I wanted to look away, but I could not. The dark angel pressed closer to my body, and his hard chest was against mine. His breath was hot, and his lips was brushing my throat. “You’re trembling.” He whispered. “But it is not from fear.”

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

seduce her. Dark. I enter the room after the conversation with Claus, it is dark and I see Cristal lying on the bed half dressed, she seems to be sleeping, but as soon as I fully enter she turns to see me, she smiles shyly but I ignore her, she stirs uncomfortable and whispers “Are you angry with me?...” I don't answer, it's not about being just angry or not, one of my men just lost his life and it pisses me off.

Sit modus deam benedicat animabus illorum sub lucem hyacintho luna est scriptor Ut benedicat deam luna est luna, lux hyacintho luna sub meam” (From the deep of the spirit, who has never fallen asleep, do good to me. The spirits of the air were foul and black. It is not a pleasant thing to be kind to me. Passion and thought with the spirit of the anger against the destruction provided that it is them to me. The Spirit of the cold and the frost by the phantoms of crime and vice do good to me. May The moon goddess bless the luna' soul under the light of the blue moons)

"What were your parents thinking when they bought the house you're living in. I swear it's haunted, at least that's what the rumors say. You should see how creepy the place looks on Halloween night. It's fucked up." I laughed, the fear in her tone shining through, "My father loves projects for one and as for Halloween, you haven't seen scary. My dad goes all out." It was a holiday that technically celebrated him so of course, he did. Making sure everything was as scary as it seemed. I had read that Dark angels were strongest at midnight, the start of Halloween. My father confirmed it, considering how stupid mortals are, wanting to conjure up demons and whatnot. The amount of fear that loomed

"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

As I spoke, I subtly shifted, steering clear of further discussion. Though part of me longed to seize this moment, I knew I should focus on working hard and striving for a better life. In the quiet darkness, moonlight cast the shadows of swaying branches against the white wall. The sounds of insects and a distant school bell filled the air. Jared had so many choices and should truly experience the feeling of youth. He could choose me, but I couldn't choose him. Looking at him, I couldn't help but admire how stunning he was. A smile crossed my face as sleep began to take over.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

Mira marked her words when Angel’s wolf finally was able to reach Mira’s hearing. ‘Reach him.’ “Alarick...” Mira muttered when she heard Angel’s wolf’s voice before her sight changed and the darkness of the memory lane opened up into another space. The space contained a neutral grey palette from light to darker shades. It had a mixed vibe, from the calm breeze of day and night to a very dark touch of stormy weather. Which can be serene but gloomy at the same time. Mira looked around until she found something at the center, Angel's soul core. It was a glass piano but the pieces were like a jigsaw puzzle and broken.