Black Angle Novels & Stories

Maybe I should blame the man, huh? A little farther away I saw a black car at the entrance of the resort. The contemporary luxury car was very flashy. Especially the one leaning to the side then. Greco was sporting a black suit, black dress shirt and a black tie. He was very corporate, like a dark lord. It is impossible to ask why so many are staring at him nearby. He can easily attract attention on even just by standing there. My irritation has subsided lately. I regained my good disposition. Meanwhile, Greco looked at me with unreadable face. It's always like that so I just adjusted. I smiled at him. He only tilted his head a bit, looking at what I was wearing.

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

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

She had to stay sharp. Because this wasn’t just any man. This was the Black Angel. A living legend. The infamous assassin known for his impossible-to-trace moves, only appearing when he wanted to be found. He didn’t work for money alone—he worked for justice. And he only took contracts when the target was truly vile. He turned swiftly, eyes dark as midnight, his masculine and sharply defined face focused solely on her. “I didn’t expect you to wake up so soon. How do you feel?” he asked, now dressed in a black t-shirt.

He ran deeper into the dark, toward the heavy machinery at the back. He coughed through the dust, a predatory grin splitting his bloody face. "I'll burn this whole goddamn harbor down before I let him have the keys."

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

~TOBY~ The noise got louder when the real races started. Engines thundered. The fence vibrated under my hands as I gripped the metal wire. The smell of hot rubber and gas was thick in the air. I wanted to shrink back into the crowd, but then Alan rolled out onto the track. He looked different in his cool black racing gear. He looks bigger and Focused. The flag dropped, and the bikes shot forward. I couldn’t look away. Alan leaned so low into the turns his knee almost brushed the ground. He didn't look scared at all.

Ronan’s reasonable whisper was prompt ignored when it reached my ears where I was hunched over the frail woman, tracing my fingers over her arms in an effort to calm her. This was all my fault. I did this to her…me. Tiny black threads seeped in from the corners of her eyes, making the elite wolves who stood the closest gasp. Black arts. Did she have confessor powers too? No…no, that couldn't be. Confessor powers were bright white…black had to mean something else…something from The Darkness. “What on earth?” Laziel’s cold hiss came above me and a second later, a wide circle had cleared around us…the other wolves terrified of his rage.

“I can help you. You don’t know what the GHC has been hiding—” “I know enough,” I interrupted. “You’ve crossed a line, and now the GHC wants you gone. This isn’t personal.” “It’s always personal with you,” Blackthorn murmured, stepping forward, his hands glowing with dark energy. “Everything you do is personal, you bastard” I was already anticipating the fight. Blackthorn never did anything without turning it into a spectacle, and this time would be no different. I could feel the shadows gathering around him, thickening in the corners of the room.