Black Angel Pictures Novels & Stories

The wings were of golden color. After this moment everything back to normal. As soon as demon saw my wings they shouted "Hurry yup everyone. Let's get out of here. We must tell queen" What do they need to tell the queen? Why are my wings in golden color? I noticed the face of all other angels. They were thrilled and cheerful to see my golden wings. Why everyone is looking at me in so much surprise and amusement. All these thoughts crossed my mind. Suddenly I felt dizzy and I blacked out.

My hands were shaking as I hugged him. Were they really dead? All of them? Am I free from them? I'm overwhelmed with the fact that there's no more chasing. No more running away. I cried as I hugged the wolf tighter. My angel wolf. Mistaking my cries for distress, the wolf whined and licked those tears away. I didn't mind that it was literally on someone's head just a few moments ago. This angel wolf of mine saved my life.

Blood unfurled like silk. Heads snapped toward the sound. Time slowed. “ANGEL!” Philip and Louisa froze. Faith surged forward. “I have to help her!” Scott caught her and held on, iron-hard. “Faith—no! You’ll die too!” The thing breached. A long neck whipped from the water, scaled and segmented, ridges jagged as broken armor. Its eyes burned—a hellish red. Between its jaws, Angel hung limp, limbs wrong, ribbons of scarlet trailing.

I could feel my skin tingling and shrinking. I proceeded to the coffin, seeing only the tip of Angel’s nose protruding through the little hole. Slowly, I put down the tray on the lower lid, and opened the upper one, revealing her face. Her skin was shiny, and her clothes were drenched in sweat. Only her nose stood out with its redness from having been exposed to the cold. Her eyes were sleepy, eyelids swollen and darkened. She was palpitating. I reached out my hand to her cheeks and started shaking her head from one side to the other. Her body temperature felt hotter than the white hot explosion of plasma.

❝Maybe,❞ she agreed. Angel opened her eyes, and only then did she pay attention to her surroundings, which indicated great sadness. She felt as if the owner of this place was living in darkness. And sadness because there is almost no life around it, as if its living colour has died for a long time and is being consumed. Because you will only see three colours on the entire sheet of this unit.

“Victor, Rachel is dead. I’ll send you a photo. Sigh… It’s your big day. I didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news.” A photo came through, showing Rachel on the ground, covered in blood. Vincenzo had absolute confidence that it would fool anyone. After all, the makeup had taken three full hours to make it look this real. He continued, his voice calm and steady, “When you’ve calmed down, we’ll talk properly.” “Shut up…” I muttered, over and over again. “Shut up… Shut up…” Then suddenly, rage ignited in me, and I slammed my foot down on the phone.

Her body tingled through the multiple attacks at her, the strongest in her lower back. She forced her eyes to open and then had to squint up as dark gray angry colours looked down at her, She turned her head to avoid the attacks on her face. A blurry dark outline was next to her, a pale face with darkness all around him but beautiful blue electric eyes. A dark beautiful angel with a sad face. She blinked slowly, her vision blurring in and out on details. She felt her arm slowly move on the cold ground and reach for the sad angel, her fingers felt something rough, and he moved. Something wrapped around her hand, flesh to flesh.

The place was illuminated with a soft, radiant light, creating an almost surreal atmosphere. Surrounding the waterfall, a multitude of angels with various hair colors could be seen. They flew gracefully in the air, their movements harmonious and filled with grace. Some perched on rocks and branches near the water's edge, while others dived playfully into the pool, creating ripples of light and reflections that danced on the surface. Khione turned to her daughter with a gentle smile as they beheld this wondrous place. "This... is the ancestral plane of angels." Kaerlia's eyes widened in awe as she gazed upon the countless angels inhabiting this celestial haven, each one radiant and unique. Sh

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men