Novel & Cerita Black Angle

The scent of lavender filled Grace’s nostrils as she stepped into the office. The office was similar to Mr Black's office, it was Big and had a mix of all shades of Grey and Black, it was a calm office, one that seemed to resonate with the owner. The only pop of colour were the lavender Flowers that was situated at the four corners of the room.

I would say we have nothing between us, no love, no hate, nothing, we just do what we have to do. At first though, I used to blame my father for positioning me in this dark realm to look after some lost souls and stubborn demons, I harbored ill feelings towards him for creating me this way. At first, I thought he did not like me because he created all, he gifted all his sons with white wings which only turns black when the angel falls but in my state, he straight ahead gave me a wing with different colors, the dominant been black so I thought he hated me. However, after spending time here and thinking about things more clearly, I think he created me uniquely.

Thirty minutes slipped by and Alpha Baron who was sitting on my left, commented. "Looks like he's running late" he said, but no one said anything. Just then, we heard the sound of footsteps. Everyone looked up and the tension doubled. Killian Black had just arrived with his Beta and Gamma. They all had a circular tattoo on the side of their necks which was half covered by the collar of their shirts. There was nothing abnormal about Killian. His aura radiated no darkness of any sort. He was just as tall and muscular as I was. Dark brown hair in a quiff, brown eyes and a moustache. He had a smile on his face. For reasons unknown to me, that smile of his, made my skin crawl. A tall blonde walke

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

However, the meeting happened unexpectedly between Delmom and Brenda, who had managed to escape from her father. “Delmom, I really need to talk to you before it’s too late.” “What are you doing here, Brenda? — Yes, I don’t have much time, but everything bad that’s happening is my father’s fault, be careful with him!” Brenda disappeared into the mist, becoming a beautiful omega and ran through the mountains. Soon Delmom, transformed into an alpha, but with a broken heart, was looking for prey to feed on. Delmom’s hunt was so intense that all he could see in his eyes was red blood.

The shift in the air, a heaviness in my chest, they all made sense. The crowd parted like the sea itself bowed to him as he walked towards the forefront and stood. Alpha Ryker Blackthorn. Tall, powerfully built. Dressed in pitch-black leathers that fit like they were tailored to wrap around death itself. His hair was midnight-dark, tousled like he hadn’t slept in days, and his eyes, gods, those eyes were carved from winter. No warmth, no flicker of curiosity, just ice and piercing. He was beautiful, sinfully handsome.

He wants me as another nameless woman in his collection. We reach the gravel driveway just as a massive black limousine pulls up to the main entrance. The windows are completely blacked out, reflecting the grey sky. A cold spike of dread hits my stomach. My inner wolf, April, stirs instantly, her claws digging into my consciousness. Gage tenses beside me, his arm snapping out to block my path. "Betty, stay behind me." "What is it?" I whisper, my eyes locked on the vehicle. "The black kingdom," Gage says, his voice dropping into a harsh register. "He is a relative of yours. You can feel the blood pull, can you not?"

More like the color. Black. Fuck!

To divert her mind from thinking about what Beast was going to do to her when he came here, she started looking around the room. It was once again, black and maroon giving off an eery vibe. He was so obsessed with Black color that Ana almost felt irritated. Then she remembered, that she too, was obsessed with black color and scolded her mind for always coming up with sarcastic answers to ditch her own self like this.