Black Angle Novels & Stories

With a cruel smile, Tennebris pressed against the hole, hitting and pulling his hand, as if he wanted to unclog the bottom of the well that he opened to hell. Before the sin of Wrath rose fully, before the meteors in the heavens reached the atmosphere of earth, the darkness coming from the kingdoms of Wrath rose over us. It was nothing like the night. It was pure ink. A black dye that nothing in the world was able to contain. And those shadows rose against us, enveloping us with that characteristic and terrible odor of Wrath. Even if Miguel was holding my hand, I couldn't see him and know if he was really there. The darkness covered everything and disappeared so quickly that the smell almost

he sassed. “She’s telling you the truth Hayden. We can both tell that you’re an Alpha. Our wolves have confirmed it,” I told him. He frowned. “How?” “We don’t know, but we’re going to figure it out together,” Angelina smiled. “What colour is your wolf?” I asked him. Realization flashed across his face. “Black,” he replied. Only Alphas have black wolves. “How did you not question this?” I asked him. “I did when I first shifted, but Jarvis told me that it was because I was powerful Beta. I believed him and went with it,” he explained.

Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff. "I saw it..." Black tears were flowing through her angelic face. "I saw.. it...this child." She pointed a black dagger made up of her blood to her son's face. "Rean! put my son down!!" A sudden thunder has struck the woman, lighting up the whole place. Kepler grins. His son was growing way too far from his grip. The other team has lightened up the torch with the red smoke, Alkhun lighted up the torch with black smoke...

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.

He grimaced. Melinda turned to face him, her expression steely. "Yeah we are." she boomed. her voice shaking with anger. "We are of the white fraternity, and we will not be defeated by you," she said with boldness. "We have the Angel of Light on our side, and we will not back down." The evil folks in the shadows laughed, with their voices echoing through the room. "Oh, seriously?? I thought the glorious angel has left you lots, but even if he hasn't, you lots are nothing compared to the power of the black fraternity," he blared.

" the doctor said, fidgety. "No, doctor.." she shook her head but her face said it all. It became dull and pale. "Are you sure? Let me ask Mr Black.." he said and dialled a number on his phone while she knitted her brows in confusion. Mr Black? Who is he and why the hell is he asking him to insert a blood bag into her? Is he with Van Dough? Thinking of this made Amelia seriously worried.. her ocean blue eyes were bulged out in fear.. as if she was in a trance.

I just laughed out of joy. But, I was surprised when it suddenly caught in fire. The color of the fire that enveloped the crab was a mixture of red and black. My forehead furrowed in astonishment. The wind changed and the whole sky turned black . The whole area seemed to be burning. Even my eyes are getting hot too. There are certain powers fighting within me. I could not fathom what they were and an inexplicable sensation engulfed me.

His beautiful blond hair was stained by blood, and his blue eyes looked scarier than the scene in front of him. Near to him has a beautiful woman that has black skin with peaked and long ears. She had an attractive face with her exuberant curly hair and her whiskey color eyes; The lovely soft lips were a straight line. She had a puckered forehead because of a full of sadness scowl. She had an ax in her beautiful and full of scratched hands; the ax was heavy and dropping blood and was getting cold slowly. It was difficult to say whose it was the blood, either hers or the bodies on the battlefield. A roar from the sky took the couple who were on the giants' corps out of their thoughts. These g

Whatever this conversation is, he doesn’t want me to hear. “We have to stop it though, right?” another Alpha says, a frown upon their rather immaculate features. Their skin is what bothers me the most about them. Always so perfect and youthful. I believe it’s Grayson, with those distinguishing stormy grey eyes. “There has to be a cure.” “A cure? Unlikely,” Alden quickly reprimands. The smartest man in the room.

A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome." Albert entered the room, meeting his eyes was a very strange atmosphere. In the dim light of the white room, a middle-aged man was lying at the far end of the room; in the center of his chest were numerous stab wounds. He lay in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, and inside those eyes were fear and despair. The most striking thing is still