Dark Angels Librarian Novels & Stories

Deciding its finally time to figure out what's going on, I open my eyes and push myself up so that I am sitting next to Salem with Levi on the other side of him. "Tell me." I state simply, cutting straight to the chase. "How much did you hear?" Levi teases with a smirk. "Angel..." Salem begins to say, but I stop him. "More than enough, now tell me." I reply, narrowing my eyes at Levi. "Damien believes he can help sort out your whole soul situation with Hades, but you're not going to like it." Levi tells me, making my eyes widen in surprise. "Continue." I urge curiously.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱ Three steps, two and one. My fingers snapped and the guard fell asleep. Callisto should not yet know that I was there - if he knew, he would never leave Lucifer’s private library unprotected like that. "You’re a terrible person," my private demon kept saying, "Are you really gonna break into a near-dead library?" Smile.

before Elgar could finish his sentence, I quickly cut him off. "Alden, before we tell you the truth, promise me not to do anything." "Alright, just say it." "I'm Kathleen and this is my brother, Elgar. We are..." "Oh, you must be healers." "We're witches!" said Elgar. Alden was so surprised to hear that, he looked incredulous. Without saying anything, he picked up his rifle and pointed it at Elgar. His finger ready to pull the trigger, I intercepted him and stood in front of Elgar with both hands on his back.

‘Yes, how can I help you? ‘I-I um was wondering if, ah, you fell from heaven?’ ‘Excuse me?’ ‘Well, heaven called and said they are missing an Angel, and I know a sweet angel when I see one.’ I wink. The librarian, twice my age, blushes while Pipsqueak facepalms herself. ‘Oh, my.’ she giggles. I continue to flirt with her. Finally, pipsqueak successfully takes the keys and tiptoes into the back office.

My fist clenched. "You are right. My life will never be the same after this. I will never be happy again. Killing you won't make me happy as well. You know what would it give me?" I gave him my sweetest venomous smile as I said the last word he would hear from me. "Satisfaction." In this world were cruelty is rampant and justice has many faces, only evil can defeat evil. "The heck is this thing?!" I almost jumped when I heard Lucia beside me. She has finally woken.

The towering spires of Ravenshadow loomed in the distance, a comforting silhouette in the vast wilderness. "You seem more at ease than yesterday. Another visit to Barbara, I presume?" Xerxes observed, staring on the horizon, his tone casual yet probing. The image of Mira moaning, twisting in his arms earlier that night, flashed in Daemon's mind. He shook his head to clear it. "No, but you are right. I have fed." "How many? Ten? Twenty?" A hint of concern laced his words. "That must have been...stressful." If it were anyone else, Daemon would have let the conversation die. "One. A girl," he confessed, the memory of her taste still vivid on his tongue.

Andrei commanded and I found myself short of words. “Oh, that is good!” Angela muttered and I looked at her in horror. Angela was a nightmare. I spoke too soon. I forgot Andrei still knew me more than anybody else. Serving Angela? I rather pull out my tongue! “No,” I whimpered desperately hoping help would come from somewhere and get me and Dave out of there. “You heard me, Euthalia!” His jaw clenched tightly. “The royal library is sacred and your intentional choice has sent it going off in ashes. This is me being nice.” He continued.

Chapter: 27 ****** Their steps were measured and deliberate as Azrael led Offilies through the aisles of books. The library was vast and quiet, the only sound accompanying their conversation was the soft rustle of pages and the occasional fluttering of wings from passing Ceruleanians. As Azrael confessed his forbidden affairs with the Devil, Offilies listened intently, his cerulean eyes widening with each revelation. His usually composed demeanor was replaced by a myriad of emotions—shock, concern, and an underlying fear for his beloved Prince's well-being.

Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead. Thus, another girl, a grown-up lady is always appearing. This dilemma has been present for ever since year 2018 started, goddamn it! I paved my way through the Italian bar. The entrance was covered with beautiful and pink flowers with the neon letters La Fleur. You wouldn't expect that inside it was a bar full of monsters doing drugs, sex, and feeding on people. I saw a familiar man coming out of the counter and making his way to me. I grinned at him and nodded, letting my red pupil show – a way to greet your co-vampires. He did the same too.

Well after all, this is his world so it'd be natural if she can feel it. As she steps further into her piece, she saw a boy whose hair is long, his body so skinny, his face almost looking like that of the corpse bride. It looks like the boy is on his way to dying, just in this dim vintage looking place, his ice blue eyes dull. Why is she seeing things like this? Is the Angel of Death disrupting her peace? When Amorivia opened her eyes, her breathing heaved. She puts a hand over her heart, feeling it beating inside of her.