Black Angel Pictures Novels & Stories

I open the Team Rankings and lock onto my targets for tonight: [Rank 1: Elite Squad 1]. An hour later, I lock the door to Arlo's dorm. He's already turned his desk into a glowing, state-of-the-art hacking terminal. "Show me the nightmare list," I order, leaning over his shoulder. Arlo brings up the high-res patrol files. We scroll past the ridiculously handsome Archangel and Vampire. Then, I freeze. I stare at the third target for a solid minute. "Arlo...did you accidentally d******d a picture of a UFO?" "That's Raziel," Arlo shivers. "He doesn't use his human form. He's a biblically accurate Throne Angel."

I drift my eyes to where I last saw Tee, Angel is there, she's talking to her friend who is dressed as Chucky. Angel is dressed as an Angel, I know, very cliche but at least it's a dark angel, it's black wings are not too spreaded and thank luck because she'd be hitting people with them. She wears a short white prom dress to compliment her wings, I hate to admit it but it's sexy and definitely not a try hard costume.

zhul cursed under his breath and went to his room. He decided to start his homework. He sat at his desk and searched his book. He opened one of his drawers. He was shocked to find an old picture of him with a girl. He picked it up and painful memories shot through him. "Dammit Anica" Angel was ready to go to bed. She had on her Teddy Bear pajamas and fuzzy socks. She looked through her bag for her iPod to listen to, but she found some pictures. It was from when she went to Teddy Bear World with Zhul and Kimberly. An employee offered to take five pictures. One was Kimberly and Angel together. Second was of them making funny faces. Third one, they convinced zhul to join them, he was frowning.

I fired up the Supernatural Media app and looked up his name. An image appeared of a man so pretty that it took a moment to realize that I hadn’t gotten the wrong Azriel. He gazed into the camera through pale blue eyes that glowed like crystals held up to the moon. His long hair was the same creamy white as his feathers and made my honey blonde look like dishwater. Everything about his features was soft, from his rounded cheekbones, to his full, pink lips, to his delicate jaw. I tore my gaze from the enchanting image. This angel was a work of art.

He shot the holy fire in a form of fireballs one after the other. “W-What is that you freak?” The zap of lightning highlighted the angel’s ashen face. His eyes widened upon witnessing the scene below him. Even the people around them froze upon seeing the peculiar scene. The son of Gabriel and the Pegasus fled from their position, but the flock of black butterflies ran through them – muting the cries of despair from the two.

he commented. “What made you think we’re Angels?” Azrael asked and shoved the seriousness with a sarcastic laugh. Carter pointed Ouriel, “I saw him with angel wings once.” Ouriel staggered in his chair. Carter looks at Azrael, “And the first time I saw you was during the accident.” he paused, Azrael thought that he’s very sharp, “Then both of you haven’t change since then.” he added while scanning their faces. Carter slips the paper near Azrael. It has a sketch of her face that looks exactly like her, the next page was Ouriel. Both of the sketches look like their real portraits.

Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death. When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.

A newborn babies cry gets my attention and I look towards the noise, a young female sits inside a quiet café trying to sooth the screaming baby. Turning away from the sound I walk into a nearby store as something catches my eyes. What would make Angel happy? A watch? He has plenty of those.. Clothes? He has more than enough as he tells me.. Seeing nothing useful I leave the shop. Entering a photo shop I slide my phone from my pocket. Flicking through my images before finding three that I loved. "How can I help you alpha?" A man asks me smiling politely from behind the counter, I sense him as part of Angel's pack.

My Angel is the most beautiful woman in the world. When she steps outside for her Luna ceremony and I see her for the first time, I feel like my heart is going to stop. Everything disappears and it’s just the two of us. She is everything. Everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I never thought that I would have.

Curiosity piqued, I took a closer look and realized with a gasp that they were pictures of me. My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to Angel with tears welling up in my eyes. "Angel, what is all this?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of confusion and emotion. Angel smiled tenderly, taking my hands in his. "Rihana, these pictures are a collection of our memories, our moments together. I wanted to create a visual reminder of how much you mean to me." I blinked away tears, my emotions overwhelming me. "But...why?" I managed to whisper, feeling my voice crack with the weight of my feelings.