Dark Angel Novels & Stories

They say she stole her sister's mate. But she was his Luna and he was supposed to Love her. Instead, she is betrayed by a man she trusted, forced to watch her sister take what was hers. Diana is broken, rumored to turn insane from grief. However, Under the light of the next full moon, The Lycan finds her- claiming her with a hunger that burns through her grief. Desire, danger and destiny collide as Diana discovers a bond she never expected and a love that refuses to let her go.

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and twist it, then tug at it. When it swings open, I am engulfed with white light, totally and fully immersed as it swirls around me, entering me through my mouth, ears and nose, and then I'm standing slightly away from him. 'Well, well, looks like you have accessed what I require, my little slave.' The Dark Angel chuckles, and so do his demons, their teeth chattering with excitement. I turn to smile at him, my eyes burning brilliantly blue. 'Time to end this and send you back where you belong.'

My goal was to follow the pulsing bond that would take me to Avalon. Lysander followed to my right, he too cut down all that entered his path. Moving with powerful strikes as he brought his sword down onto the hunters. His aim was not to kill, unlike myself, purely to maim enough that they couldn’t continue the fight. I guess it was part of his new out look on life. He had been given the moniker “Dark Angel” because of the mercy he showed to his enemies. He killed only those who deserved to be ended. The bond pulled me towards a group of grey cheerless, one-story buildings. Small, barred windows lined the grey breezeblock walls. I look at the building with dis

Her smugness irritates me. “Are you still thinking about murdering me?” “Not thinking, planning.” “I don’t think I’ll be sleeping with one eye open anytime soon. You, Miss Ashyver, will not be able to kill me, The Daemonium, Angel to The God of Hell.” “I’m not trying to kill The Daemonium,” she smiles, “I will, however, be killing Dargan Chernobog.” __________________ Kim “Where did you hear that name?” The Daemonium seethes. The room begins to fill with darkness, all candles fizzling out.

The aristocratic nose, chiseled jaws, perfectly carved eyebrows, and sensual thin red lips were devoured by the darkness surrounding the room – highlighting the predatory gleam of his eyes. “Such a tiny thing can kill an angel without blinking,” Damon muttered as he stood at the end of the bed. With one move, he was now sitting at the corner of her bed. Her head which was revealed by her enormous wings gave him a peek of her sleeping face. One of his hands withdrew from his aristocratic posture, stretching towards the sleeping form. His hand reached towards her neck but was stopped midway by the cloak of darkness that her body emitted. “Shadow arts, I see. So that is the reason why the holy

The smoke from the sacrifice did not dissipate. Instead, it solidified into figures of surgical white and shadows of absolute black that lurked from the sanctuary’s rafters. Astaroth recognized them instantly: the Angels of Death, their void-scythes ready to claim Dorian’s body, and the “Executioners of Light”, faceless beings sent to tear Uriel from Carter’s form for permitting a romantic aberration on mortal soil. Astaroth let out a dry laugh, but Griselda, staggering, spat the words at him with urgency:

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

Someone to lead his army. “I won’t hurt her, as long as you continue to collect souls. The minute the souls stop coming in, I will torment her far worse than I ever had you tormented. It doesn’t matter if she is my daughter.” Lucifer replied. He smiled as Daniel was lifted in the air. He screamed as wings the color of midnight sprang from his back. When his eyes turned the same color, the ground caught fire. The scared little puritan boy who had come to Hell thinking it was a mistake, was gone. He was now an Angel of the Damned and he was coming for souls.