Cry Angel Novels & Stories

she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and curiosity. Lucas's eyes held a glimmer of both resignation and defiance as he met Aria's gaze. "The Crystal thrives on the darkness within you," he explained. "It amplifies those darkest desires and the voices that feed upon them. The more you resist, the more they push back, consuming your very being. I reached a point where I realized that fighting against them was futile. So, I made a choice. I embraced the darkness, delved into its depths, and spent years mastering the powers it offered."

he asked Zaylee didn't respond but stepped backward, Dex closed in on her. "Is that true?" he asked again but got no reply. Cordelia began to cry "Yes she did!" she yelled. Zaylee took a glance at her and her husband. Dex grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to him. Zaylee winced as fresh blood spurted out of her slit skin "Still don't want to talk? I could ask my new wife to finish you up and you could do nothing about it. Do you know that?"

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

The sweetness explodes in my mouth, and I savor the flavor. Azrael nods with unbridled enthusiasm, his extraordinary ombré eyes flashing with joy. His eyes, a striking feature he shares with his sister Astria, are truly one-of-a-kind. The ombré effect creates a mesmerizing gradient as if the colors are bending and adapting to the surrounding light.

says Amber. "Leave the door open," Amber says as I'm leaving. When I entered the bathroom, I inhaled Nate's scent, and I recall how he protected me from everyone's eyes when I was topless, choosing to be shirtless in exchange for giving me his shirt. As I'm returning to the room, I hear Amber talking over the phone, and I'm surprised to hear sounds indicating that she's crying. I tiptoed closer to the room to listen. "Tristan, this is the thirty-first voice message I've sent you, and you haven't called," she sobs.

Still, even though he eventually reconnected with his siblings, his hatred for what his Father did remained there, deep rooted within his soul. I also found out that Azrael, the Archangel of Death, at creation, he was gifted with the lethal touch and no human being had ever been able to walk again the Earth alive after being blessed with his touch. That until I came into picture. Apparently, for some unknown reason, I am the only one who has ever touched him and remained pretty much alive. Well, that explains a lot by the way. So, after we arrived at Luc’s place, I decided to search for him and apologize for my inappropriate behavior.

"Julian believes the design controls you through your mutual need. He thinks you are slaves to your chemistry. But what he doesn't understand is that love isn't a weakness in the system; it’s the error that crashes it. Project Chrysalis doesn't end with your submission. It ends with your liberation. Within the archives of this manor, in the sub-basement beneath the study, lies the pure source code. Not the version Vane holds. The original." Her voice dropped to an urgent whisper. "If you can upload that code to the Syndicate’s global grid, the Sovereign won't dominate minds. It will self-destruct. But to do it, both of you must be synchronized. You must choose sacrifice over power. Nevan, yo

Just then, someone beside her gasped, breaking the silence. “The three lycan princes!” Suddenly, something shifted within Lydia, as if she had been expecting this moment. A voice in her mind, Circe, stirred to life. “MATE,” it exclaimed, resonating with a deep longing. The aroma intensified; it was a blend of hot coffee and honey. She recognized that the scent was coming from the man in front. Without thinking, she began to walk toward him, feeling the pull of her instincts. Circe hadn’t failed her; she felt drawn to hug him and plant kisses on his cheek. But before she could reach him, the prince walked past her and scooped up Thalia in his arms. Thalia giggled as he brought her down, his b

He is highly respected despite not having reached the age of 23. I turn 19 in a few days, and the pack prepares a big, "not that a surprise" party. I pretend I don't know. This is now my life. I didn't go to college. I could have, but why? What I have is much more important than a degree that would be useless to me as Luna. I suffered a lot. I gave up everything, but ultimately, what the Moon Goddess chooses for us always turns out to be the right thing. I am Angel, the Luna of the Lycan Moon Pack, and there's nothing else in the world I'd rather be.

Adrian hurt her and I needed to make it up to her; she did not deserve this. She opened her eyes and looked at me for a moment then looked down, "I'm not bad..." she whispered, not looking at me. She sounded like she had been crying for so long, she was really hurt. "I know, I have never doubted that," I told her. "How can you be so sure?" She finally looked at me. She was still pale, but her nose and cheeks were a bit red. "Well... a devil tried to kill me and I was saved by an angel." I smiled at her. I wanted to make her feel better. Evelyn let out a small smile then looked back down.