Black Angle Novels & Stories

I bawl and she jounces her head with her hands wrapped behind her. I move my gaze to Brody and he still has his eyes firmly shut and hands in the air. “Pathetic!” I mutter under my breath. I waltz to my room which is close to the mini bar here. I flip the door and the door is neatly dressed. “Perfecto” i whiff after taking in a lo and worthy air in with my eyes closed. I open it and gawk around the room. Everything here is black because that is my favorite color. I guess that’s because my heart is black as well , or at least that’s how people view me. Maybe I am truly a bad man, that's why I cut off Brody's pinky finger. Nonetheless, I don’t give a fuck. I an Atlas Damien Finn, I run this ci

She could feel the Alpha aura coming from him. And when she locked eyes with him she swallowed so hard. His eyes were pitch black and that was not a good sign from werewolves. His eyes were supposed to be yellow not black meaning he was angry and she had gotten on his bad side

God dammit! Severing major arteries is messy business, and I’m usually able to keep myself out of the line of fire, but not today it seems. My black hair is matted with blood, my maroon bra looks black from the blood soaking into it, and my matching maroon satin and lace panties are soaked and not in the good way. The gorgeous tattoos that cover the ivory skin of my arms and legs are now veiled in blood. I look horrific. But sometimes this comes with the job.

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

Far above, the sky was already beginning to dim at the edges, like a lid lowering over an eye that didn’t sleep. On the threshold, Kaelira paused and spoke not to Zevran or Taren but to the world itself. “When the Black Moon rises,” she said, “let it watch.” And then, without looking back, she added the only promise that felt like truth: “We’re coming for you.” The arch shivered. The Court’s gates loomed. Somewhere ahead, a war-scar smiled. The bond thrummed once—thin, fierce, alive. And the three of them walked into winter.

Black got down on his legs and looked at Angelina then at his back. Angelina looked at him confusingly, trying to understand what he is trying to mean. "You want me to get on your back?" Angelina asked him. Black growled and nodded his head. Angelina got frozen. "No. I am heavy. You will get hurt" Angelina said to him innocently. "Yeah. You are heavy like a leaf, my mate" Dylan spoke up. Black again pointed her towards his back. Angelina felt nervous but nonetheless she got up on his back and Black stood up and started walking.

The crisp scent of damp earth and pine needles filled his senses, but it wasn’t enough to quiet the storm in his mind. Liam Black — Alpha of the Black Panther Pack — moved with predatory grace, his golden eyes sharp as a blade in the dim twilight. His sleek black coat, faintly visible through the open flaps of his cloak, shone faintly under the dying red light of the setting sun. His muscles coiled and uncoiled with each step as his internal battle raged on. Every instinct told him to turn around. To go back. To keep his distance from her. Elizabeth.

He said relaxing her. The elevator stopped on the 13th floor and when the door opened, the smell of more blood hit her nose hard. A few men are standing near the elevator door wearing all black. She wonders why the mafia and gangsters always have to wear black. Can’t they find any other color? But her thoughts were caught by her mate as she is looking at his men’s black dress with a confused look. “They must, because black is the color of intimidating, confidence and more than that it is the color of evilness” He explained to her to which she just shrugged her shoulders.

“I’d like to announce that our greatest competitor in the business has been arrested.” His hazel eyes shift to mine, “Azure Blackwood is being charged with thirteen counts of murder after a failed mission overseas revealed that his product was misrepresented and unsafe for military use.”

Then black. Nothing.