Dark Angel Book Series Novels & Stories

Their protective wall was burning out. "Run, get her out of here" I commanded as he ran by. I felt a huge gust of air and when I turned around, both he and Ava were gone. With their protective wall down, the hoard was now back to running to us, to kill. The weapons of the Archangel started to glow brightly as they came closer and suddenly, I understood. They were designed to kill demons.

Her voice seemed to erase the pain and confusion that had been prevailing in his entire being for a while "Forgive me, Jay. I promise it won't happen again. I won't leave again without saying goodbye. Get over it He hugged her tighter. He didn't know if that was right. Perhaps his showing emotion to a mortal had consequences. But wasn't the emotion he was feeling at that moment a big question in his mind? He no longer knows who he really is. Judging by the feeling as he held Jaylyn in his arms, he is Zekiel, an angel set to become an archangel in the near future. Zekiel opened his eyes softly. He thought he was just coming back to consciousness. He suddenly turned around when he realized wha

The confusion drew upon me and my brothers but then the witch began speaking again. "She has let her wings spread and opened the door of her heart..." She spoke, her voice stretching out each of the words, "The season of love is knocking there and it's just one step afar...." She stopped, her hand lifting the cloth with her eyes still closed. A smile tugged at her lips, "He is there, her protector for eternities. The heart of the angel has now connected with the king just like the imperishable bond of their souls," Bond of the souls......That means the smell of that powerful Lycan that I sensed was because he was her mate.

“But you keep your share of Dirty Angels if you obey me. They will not touch one hair on your pretty hair while I am involved, I can protect you.” He pulled her up and kissed her. Deep. Intimate. Then rougher. Clothes were torn away. Hands everywhere. He bent her over the padded bench, wrists cuffed loosely. A flogger traced her spine. His mouth followed, marking her skin, fingers stretching her. They moved together hard and close. He took her from behind first, driving deep until she cried out. Then he turned her face-to-face, legs wrapped around him, slow rolling thrusts, eyes locked. Control threaded with tenderness. Light restraints. Gentle pressure at her throat that stole breath and se

As if the chair had bitten her, she shot to her feet and pointed at me. “Rachel! You… You’re not dead…” I nodded. “I did die once, but I came back from hell. After all, there are still debts to settle.” I stared at her pale face and smiled brightly, asking, “Didn’t Victor tell you?” I paused before continuing, “In the Medici family, debts are always collected. They’re never left unpaid.” Her body swayed before she collapsed back into the chair, completely drained. “First thing,” I said, my gaze cutting into her like a blade. “Get up. That’s not your seat.”

The cover is worn and the leather is pealing off. I open it. Each page is all crinkled as if it's been used a lot. I look through the book. Poems? Each poem is so meaningful. Did she write this? INNER DEMONS: It's like a shadow in an eternal night It does not let you free it does not let you live in the light It takes you deeper into an endless tunnel It ensnares you with chains It pumps it's venom into your vains The darkness does not let it's prey go easily

No one who looked at me with such soft eyes. “Just, ok?” one dark eyebrow arched up and the dimple popped even more. It made him look younger. just a normal guy who was happy the woman he wanted had agreed to be with him. But honestly the truth was far more dangerous, and I knew it. Yes, he was a man, who wanted me but that angelic face hid a multitude of sins. All of them, dark and bloody. The hands that had run up my body and made me feel alive were the same hands that had snuffed someone's life out. It was a sobering thought.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

I can hear my heart race as I watch Angel's dark brown eyes open wide, before he sits up gasping for air. "Mum!" He panics, frantically looking around, after a moment he is able to focus and see her sitting behind him. "Thank Goddess, Mum." Angel turns into her arms as all of us groan in pain when something deep in the back of our minds, snap, followed by a shockwave of overwhelming power rushing through each of us. Outside I can hear hundreds of wolves and lycans begin to howl, I look to the door to see my father open it, revealing a very beat up Osric, slowly limping his way into the room.

That was precisely why this third book was told from all four main lead perspectives. Many people have shared with me that they have enjoyed seeing all of the various species being mentioned and integrated. I am happy to report that we will get to see what the product of that is in the future. Our people have been working their asses off to bring peace to the Supernatural world, and we will get to see what all that looks like in the coming stories. It all started with Elle and Kade, but it did not end there. In the coming book, Angel and the twins will have their own demons to overcome. Can they do that before they lose everything?