Dark Angel Fanfics Novels & Stories

good inside of her, that she's dying to be bad for once. If she wants to be fucking bad, then she can definitely be bad for me. I like a bad girl, but deep down I crave a good girl; a good girl that will let me bring out the fucking demons inside of her. We all have demons inside of us and every single person's is fucking different. I look down at my chest and run my fingers over the tattoo on my right pec, rereading the script that's permanently inked into my skin. I get another fucking feeling- a goddamn cold chill that runs through me deeply and rocks my fucking body to its core. "When an angel craves havoc, who better to give it to her than the devil himself" I am no doubt, the motherfu

the angel said with a slight kiss on Feral’s face before leaving. Immediately, Feral fell unto Paws as he rubbed his face in agony, tears streaming down. Genad grabbed at his clenched fingers and could see the nasty burn on it gotten from simply holding the angel. He had thought that maybe they could handle the ‘cleansing’ but looking at Feral whose face was drowned with tears from a single kiss from an angel, he knew better. They absolutely had to hurry up. Dina felt like her entire soul was on fire, being in contact with that damn angel had elevated it even worse and she felt a slight wooziness like she would escape Feral’s body at any moment.

“Yes, Daddy.” The city lights twinkled outside the window. Angel knew this was dangerous. He was powerful, controlling, and she was falling deeper every second. But the passion between them burned too hot to stop. She closed her eyes, feeling his cum still leaking from her pussy, and smiled. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

Before my fist could even tap, the doors opened first. My eyes widened. Azrael stood there wearing a mask. My smile slowly grew. “Well...” I stepped closer. “Looks like I’ll be meeting my Angel tonight.” His smile turned dark. Sensual. He caught my waist and pulled me against him. “You catch on so quickly, my kitten. Welcome back to The Angel's Den.” A giggle escaped me when his forehead touched mine. "It's good to be back." His expression softened. “I love that sound so fucking much.”

“Want a glass? Maybe we can bond over booze since you hate the fact that I didn’t get to pick something other than a Demon for a father.” Lightning cracked outside and shook my house. “Which raised you?” “Neither!” Angelica said as she poured another helping into her glass. She looked at me. “If I don’t burn down your house with my nightmares, she will with that lightning.” “Nightmares? What nightmares?” the Valkyrie asked, her attitude switching automatically. Angelica took another drink of bourbon, turned away from the Valkyrie, and walked to the table. “Why should my dreams matter to you? Or anyone else for that matter?”

He exclaimed with a hiss. "He's sorry, please excuse us," Jaxon quickly apologized dragging Alex away. "What the fúck is wrong with you Alex, that man looked dangerous. Watch where you're going next time and stop being clumsy all the time." Alex was not paying to anything that was being said whatsoever, he was still thinking about the beauty he just saw. "I-i saw an angel, a masked angel." He mumbled under his breath after being silent for a long time. "What are you talking about? What angel?" Jaxon asked.

They stood there for a beat, just holding one another, and Adom had to shake himself free of the strange longing that was beginning to invade his mind. "Why don't we take this to the bed," he suggested, hands beginning to tug on Win shirt. The Angel nodded and pulled it off, his own hands unbuttoning Adom jacket, but the Devil was far too impatient for that. He banished it with a flourish of magic that had Win chuckling softly. The Angel hopped up on the bed, scooting back until his back was to the pillows. Adom followed after him, crawling over that long lean body like a predator. They shared a grin before the Devil leaned over and again kissed his Angel .

Alex had taken control, his eyes glowing amber as he looked at Sandra with cold detachment. "Sandra," Alex said, his voice a dangerous purr. "We need to talk." Sandra's smile widened, mistaking his tone for interest. She stepped closer, swaying her hips seductively. "Of course, Alpha. What is it you need?" Her fingers trailed up his arm, a coy smile playing on her lips. "I’m here for whatever you desire." In a swift motion, Alex grabbed her by the neck, lifting her off the ground effortlessly. Sandra's eyes widened in shock and fear.

From his study, he sent her a text about the cab’s arrival and didn’t go back to his room till he was sure she had left. One would think that since he rejected her, she was going to let go, but she didn’t. She kept making subtle moves on Jacob here and there. Richard and Elijah even began noticing her abnormal closeness to Jacob. Damien on the other hand felt Jacob was interested in his girl. This had brought mini fights between Damien and Jacob. Things came to light when Damien caught his beloved in bed with someone else. He went mad. He had beaten the guy he saw with her to a pulp before leaving her.

Her radiance had, in a sense, acted as a catalyst, dispelling the shadows that had enveloped him for so long. Dante grappled with the realization that the malevolent ambitions he had harboured were being replaced by a newfound sense of clarity and vulnerability. The implications of Claire's Angelic powers were astounding, and they had the potential to reshape the destinies of not only Dante but the entire supernatural realm. As he continued to wrestle with his own transformation, he couldn't help but wonder about the true extent of Claire's divine influence and what it might mean for their shared journey.