Dark Angel Novels & Stories

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."

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

Raven went on with the ritual. A dagger was pointed below Angelica's neck. The mercy that was once in Raven's eyes has ran away from him. Raven was now in his completely demon form. His inky hair grew more longer as it poured down messily over his face, spreading above his shoulders. His eyes became red and his nails lengthened. The dagger was used to slit Angelica's throat. The flaming eyes of Lucifer was shot closed as he prevented himself from seeing the scene. Blood profusely came out from the slitted part. The blood made it's way into the bowl mixed with the incense. The blood sent into the incense made every dead creature and paintings on the wall begin to move. All sarcophagus were op

His steel bluish orbs zeroed on the figure who was crouching on the semi plastered rough floor, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her one knee touching the floor and the other just few centimetres above. His Angel!!! ***

Every day I cried for you, thinking the Goddess was showing me what could have been, but she was actually showing me what was to come. Your birth mother was an angel, and your birth father a demon. I was near a river I often visited when I heard your mother's sobs. She was clutching you, and when we locked eyes with me, she handed you to me and grabbed my hand, showing me everything that had happened through her touch. Your father was a demon, and despite their races, they were madly in love. Your father is the King of the Underworld. An angel's highest rank is a guard of the Gods and Goddesses themselves; your mother was the daughter of Jeremiel, one of those guards.

“Zale Lionel Helmer” has turned completely devil after his wife’s death. Soft feelings which he has in his heart for his closed one have gone now. Only a cold and deathly devil is hunting for his Prey every day. His soft nature which he holds deep inside him is death along with his wife. “Tara Helmer” is the same sweet innocent girl who believes everyone. She doesn’t know anything about her past life. She doesn’t know that is an angel for a devil.

After no response, I whipped around. There was David standing over Akira and Cassidy's unconscious bodies. His red eyes sent a shiver down my shine. They were cold; murderous...like he was only a shell of a being. An evil smirk slowly spread across his face. "Ahh Dante, you all are here just in time." What the fuck was he talking about? Here for what? "While my little Angel is inside, I'm going to kill you, and she'll have no reason but to join us." Angel, get out of there!

Draven’s lips left mine to trail down, from my jaw to my bosoms, kissing and sucking. Damien’s arms were still wrapped around me, immense pleasure and uncanny hunger coursing through me as he pressed his hard bulge against my ass, his towel, the only barrier between us. Suddenly, I whimpered, throwing my head back when I felt someone part my legs underneath before sliding my panty to one side and kissing me there. “No... Darius...” My voice wavered and trembled as I tried to close my legs, but Damien held it open from behind and bit my ear lobe softly, chuckling as I whimpered so hard to the point of sobbing. I had never felt such indescribable pleasure before, it was all so

His whole body was numb, he could only hear Whispers. "Don't close your eyes!" His eyes darted towards the source of angelic voice. Her brown eyes were looking at him with concern. "Keep your eyes open..." She said with so much care that it almost melted his heart. There was so much gentleness in her voice. "You are fine!" She grabbed his numb hand and placed gently beside him. Vlad kept his eyes open just for the angel. Her voice literally bring him back to the life. He was angry when he couldn't see her after the surgery so he demanded her as a Doctor. In his messed up life she looked like a ray of hope.

She growled softly, anger burning through her body, ‘How fucking dare they! She was about to rip them off when a bolt of electricity pierced her body, and she yelled in pain, ‘Just making sure you understand what will happen if you try to escape.’ A voice said close to her ear, and when she turned her head, she saw the youngest of the ‘Angels’, that was what they looked like, stunningly handsome Archangels, with varying shades of blonde hair and blue eyes. They were perfect, each of them different but also the same, as if they were siblings, but they were nothing of the sort; these were the Dark Angels Warriors. He was the antithesis of the Creator, and he was