Dark Angel Novelas e Histórias

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

He had beaten the guy he saw with her to a pulp before leaving her. She kept calling to convince Damien that her actions were under the influence of alcohol. Damien didn’t believe it at first. This incited several arguments between them, one of which led to the incident with Rebecca.

Darin's POV I walk out of the restaurant after taking our parcel and go to where I have parked my car. There are not much streetlights where I have parked the car as it is at the back of the restaurant. Reaching near it, I hear yelling. "No!! Leave me, you bastard!" It is my Angel! Is she okay?

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

he says and finally I could move, I sat up, but I wasn't in my body, it felt more like I'm a ghost or maybe I'm just dead. "Andy" I call but he was laying next to me not answering, next I was now looking for daddy and Keiran but couldn't find them, all the people around us, they all looked like they couldn't see me. "No one can see us, just me" the new guy says, I looked at him, really looked at him, he had wings, big white wings, unlike the ones Keiran has. "Who are you?" I ask him. "I'm Azrael, the angel of death," he says, he's the last angel I'd want to meet or see, but he's here now to take us.

Olivia thought resting her head on Ethan's shoulder "What is going on exactly? Who is this Martin guy? If he is that rich and powerful, how come I never heard of him?" Andrews thought grinding his teeth as he focused his gaze on the road with a frown. "God, thank you for bringing Olivia back safely but I have one problem though. I only asked you to keep Olivia safe and help us find her. I don't recall asking you to bring my demon from the past," Mr Carter thought. "So I have one question for you God; Why did you bring back the demon? You didn't even ask my opinion. What was that?" Mr Carter thought annoyed.

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

Angel explained as she joined us. Klaryn was the leader of the Nabello demons that had been brought into the Shadow Falls pack lands, but they had their own pack within it. He was also the primary handler for the Hellhounds. “Good to know. Thank you, Remo,” I told him, running my hands through his fur. “Yes, thank you,” my brother agreed. Angel had a roller suitcase and a small duffle, which we took from her. “Do you have everything for now?” I asked her.

He started, lowering his gaze on his lap for a few moments, “Usually, only the ones who had fallen from grace have black wings...” “But I...” He paused again for a moment, “Because of who I am, I was also blessed with neutrality...which means that I can freely walk in both Heaven and Hell as well, completely unaffected.” “Why?” I simply asked, suddenly drawing his attention back on me. He sighed, his deep blue orbs twinkling with an emotion I obviously failed to read as he stared deep into my eyes, “I am the Archangel of Death, Blake. This is my job. I have to guide the souls to their final destination, whether is to heavenly peace or eternal torment...” He quietly explained, making me sudde