Black Angle Novels & Stories

I linked my arm through his and pulled, well tried to pull, him further down the aisle away from my whistling boss. "Why are you running from him?" Angie asked as he followed along my tug at his arm. "I just don't want to talk to him, okay? He's a creep," I whispered. Angie looked back behind him at Mr. Kline. "Hmm... Yes." I stopped. "What? What did you just do?" I tried to peek around Angie's huge form to see if the manager was still standing. "I just read his aura. It's very black." "That could mean anything. He could just be unhappy about his job." I continued down the aisle away from Mr. Kline.

I shook my head at their inexplicable hostility, so close to facepalming. “I was busy following orders…” Laycon shot back, eyes hard, “Unlike you, who goes against them.” “I'm going against them for the good of the world and to avoid blood shed,” Black snapped, slapping his palms on the desk as he sprung to his feet, “Better than you who has no thoughts of his own other than following his Alpha around like a lost puppy.” “You’re a rat and I'm a wolf, that's why we work in different ways.” Laycon shot back and Black’s eyes flashed with rage as he sprung forward.

“Way stronger than any rogue I’d faced before.” “I know,” I whispered, barely able to catch my breath. “It’s like they weren’t even…wolves anymore.” That was when I looked down. The blood on my hands—it wasn’t red. It wasn’t the crimson I was used to, the kind that came with wounds and wars and too many years of violence. No, this was black. Thick. Oily. Like tar. Like rot. I blinked, thinking maybe I was seeing things wrong, but then I saw it on Nolan too. On Ava’s face. On Liam’s claws. On Shane and Jade. All of us. Covered in that black, putrid mess.

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.

Though that did not deter her feelings for him, surely he had a good reason for it. Alinta wasted no time and quickly rushed to the bathroom. Once she undressed, she gazed tenderly at her fated mark, but upon seeing it, she gasped. She rubbed it fiercely, hoping its colour would return to normal. "Ange, it’s black! Our fated mark is black, and it looks different!" she cried, her voice quavering as she continued to touch it. "Black?" Angela barked in shock, then looked at her left paw pad and saw the same thing. "I bet it has something to do with these weeds here," Angela growled at the towering intimidating rose bushes, with her ears back and teeth flashing.

Death has only one colour and that is the magnificent black. He was dead inside, he had pains buried deep inside of him that one would have to kill him to get those sufferings and pains out of him. And maybe the reason he wears black is not only because it represents his pains but also because because it's the only colour he's ever known, the only colour that ever gave him safety, a sense of belonging. One couldn't know what way to choose in the dark because darkness offers no paths, it doesn't provide a torchlight and a guide to get out of it, the darkness.

At a glance, I only felt cold in my heart. "Even a black angel?" Yu Xiangyang walked to Chu Xuning side, a sound, "and quite personality." Chu Xuning almost didn't fall, sure enough, Su poured back the freak to follow the others are strange, this situation is not afraid to forget. Yu Xiangyang this bold still sighs! He rolled his eyes. The Black Angel, also known as the Fallen Angel, does not represent evil, but always represents an ominous omen. It is rarely tattooed onto the arm.