Gambar Black Angel Novels & Stories

“You already knew that didnt you?” “I never had confirmation, but the resemblance was undeniable. But the thing that really confirmed it for me was seeing you black wings. Only demons have black wings. Angels have white wings. I was curious what color yours would be. Mine were black, I assumed it was because I had chosen sides immediately but I wasn't sure about you. I thought maybe they would be some shade of gray.” He answered honestly.

She turned her head to find Angela, typically composed even during crises, standing frozen in disbelief. "Zack, Zack..." Angela frowned as she scrolled through the latest news. The article was brief but shocking, with an attention-grabbing headline. "Angela Graham's younger brother, Zack Graham, caught in an illegal drug scandal." Angela was stunned. The news featured images, one capturing Zack singing with friends in a dimly lit private room. Another photo captured the group's wild expressions, leaving everyone puzzled about what had transpired. The caption suggested that they had been drugged.

There are several other messages coming in. (My Angel, all in safe delivery. They already transferred.) The girl known as Angel Gracelia smiled. It was a message from her henchmen who had succeeded in sending the last stock of weapons to be sold illegally. Now she has decided to quit that black world. Angel Gracelia converted to Islam with a new name, Diandra Safaluna. (Angel, The White One has an offer, 50% profit.) The girl's slender fingers typed softly.

The room was abuzz with conversations and laughter, but underneath the veneer of glamor, darkness lurked, ready to pounce. The moment of truth approached, and Jared, Ian, and Scott executed their part of the plan flawlessly. Creating a diversion that captured the attention of security and attendees alike, they drew the focus away from the senator. In the shadows, SAKI and the others capitalized on the distraction, inching closer to their target with utmost caution. The atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation and trepidation. The Seven-Eyed Dragon Mafia clan was a well-oiled machine, synchronized in their movements, driven by a singular purpose, DEATH.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure. Maybe I'll call him Michael, it'll be my own secret name for him. I doubt we would meet again; just like Mabel said, he probably ended up in M&T's by accident, but I knew it'd take a while for his memory to leave my mind. If only... Nah, there's no way.

- I ask him. - I don't know. I got dizzy and sleepy. But what do you think about going to my uncle's pack with me? - I'm too old for pack changes. Do you hate coming with me so much, Angel? The two of us, side by side, can run free in the forest. I lost my mate. You reject yours. We are just two mateless men. Nothing holds us anywhere. - I need to go to the bathroom and wash my face. - Angel says, getting up, but falls to the ground senseless.

“Malakith.” He only smiled and pulled Gabriel from the wall to smash him against it again with a hard thud that made him clenched his teeth in pain. “So you are the Angel that has been rumored to be giving my demons final death. Of all Angels...A simple worthless carrier.” He punched Gabriel in his stomach until blood shot out his mouth. Gabriel’s eyes glowed gold as he powered his Angelic form, but Malakith kicked him in his mouth causing more blood to spill on the ground. “You’re weak. You already sinned. I can smell her on you.” Malakith grabbed Gabriel by his hair, holding him up as he dragged him over to the bathroom.

, Younger exclaimed with a sigh. The angel's expression turned quizzical as he tilted his head, "Why would I hate you? I haven't even seen you before!". "Well! in case you didn't notice, I am a demon. Red eyes, Black wings, duh!! And sunbae, Angels and Demons hate each other.", the other drawled, rolling his eyes. Asa cringed at the honorific, "Can you just not call me that! And no. I don't hate you. I don't have a reason to". The younger smiled, his dimples showing as he spoke, "My name is Kyle, and thanks for not hating me", getting a gentle smile in return.

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.