Gambar Black Angel Novels & Stories

He was always minding his business and saw Lacian's irritation for him as a normal way of life. All the Angels in Dulmore had a mark at the left side of their chest. It was a kind of big Loop in circles with a lock in the middle of it. When a seed is borne, Ichabod personally instills the mark on their chest, welcoming them to the deepest celestial pit and brotherhood of Dulmore. It would be a big festival, because new born seeds are rare and would always occur, thrice in a year.

She had seen and heard of people receiving strange and bad letters in envelopes, and now she had one; she was not sure if it would be good or bad. “Well, I need to open it to see what is inside,” she told herself as she gently opened it. When she reached inside, she pulled out some papers. No–photos. “What is this?” Mrs. Bianchi asked herself out of curiosity. When she turned the photos, her gaze was met with the most shocking image she had not expected to see. Her hands started to tremble. She felt uneasy as she continued to stare at it. “No, no, this can't be.” she told herself as she let go of the photos.

Bastien took them and handed them to Angel. Shaking badly, she stared down at the passport. Her face had been black-marked and the word D-E-A-D had been scrawled across her name. “Oh!” she cried out and her eyes filled with tears. “Oh, yes. That’s me—dead!” She laughed with a gasping sound. “He will make sure!” Bastien looked concerned. Angel knew she was getting hysterical, but she couldn’t seem to get a hold of herself. She started to pull back from the booth and Bastien.

The cellphone he used earlier took a picture of Angel who was secretly stealing and kissing Rain's forehead who was fall asleep! Angel immediately stood up defensively. Previously she had glanced anxiously at Rain and was grateful to herself that the man was still fell asleep. With wide strides, Angel approached Gamma in anger. “What are you doing here and why are you taking my photo?” A lopsided smile appeared on Gamma's lips. "Your mother told me to go back and look for you." His eyes deliberately glanced at his cellphone. “Wow, what a sad photo. You lovingly kiss your best friend secretly, one-sided love, eh?”

Angel's jaw dropped "What!?....why?, I thought you were going to send me outside the island to fought bad guys or arrest drug dealers....this...this is just too easy!. It is like you just gave me a vacation because I'll be spending the whole day with my brother!" Listening to Angel's complaints, Eve's expression didn't change one bit. Once she was sure the girl had finished talking. She turned to look at Amber. "Amber, code name Black, am I right?" Amber nodded. Anna and Amber had already decided their code names a while back. "Black....you will have to go to an orphanage in City S and be on guard there. There was a tip about a terrorist attack so you have to be on high alert" Amber nodded "

“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.

“I didn't know it. Not until I tasted her blood. I thought she was just- peculiar...” Gabriel shuddered. “Oh-kay, congratulations buddy, you just completely grossed me out. Upchuck on the K.F.C. Sweet Lord, you demons disgust me.” Sam eyed Gabe's bucket of chicken. “It's more palatable than that greasy aberration.” Gabriel narrowed his eyes. “I did a fly-through, Boniface, so I could come comfort your wallowing ass. I'm the Angel of Mercy, so appreciate me. Heaven knows you don't deserve me.”

I went into my phone SMS and tapped on Black's name. Hello Angel, how are you doing? Are you home now? I just wanted to check up on you. I gave you a code name, Angel. I hope you like it. To me, you are an Angel. Black. I read the message and I moved on to the next message from him.

meanwhile in sky good angel : I'm shy evil angel : are you a pervert to watch all these good angel : its romantic evil angel : yeah yeah so much good angel : hehe

So I ran, thinking freedom would be my rebellion. But all I did was abandon her. “I didn’t know what else to do,” I whispered. “Well, you can start by coming back now,” Angel said, her tone flat. “She’s not well. Her health’s getting worse and she's still stuck with her terrible husband, but of course you wouldn’t know that. You’re too busy being the great Ace Black.” That name, Ace Black, suddenly felt like a costume. Something I wore so I wouldn’t have to remember who I really was.