Gothic-angels Novels & Stories

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

My body felt slightly better, but my mind was still restless. I had to give Angel her food. I went downstairs, and once again, the maids wouldn’t stop staring. But this time, they said nothing. No remarks. No mocking. No smiles. I walked into the kitchen, picked up Angel’s food, and made my way to her room. She was alone. The moment I stepped inside, I noticed the gloom on her face. Her usual brightness was gone. “What’s wrong, Angel?” I asked gently. I placed the tray on the table.

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."

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

I was burning in scorching anger; if I dared, I would burn everything in my way. “Alpha, where are we heading to?” The guard driving the car asked. I tilted my head up and answered,” To the territory of NOX.” “Understood.” The car’s speed increased, making our way through deserted streets, where the number of vehicles decreased to one or two—no shops or buildings alongside the road. We have entered the territory of NOX. A Mafia group consisting of vampires and werewolves working together. Supporting my face on my right hand, I murmured, My instinct is never wrong. Eva must be Abducted by NOX’s people.

Soon, they would expel me from the territory. As I stood watching the twins sleep, the door suddenly creaked open. I turned quickly and my eyes widened slightly at the unfamiliar presence that entered. Beside him stood Alpha Zarkus, his face expressionless, his eyes fixed coldly on me. But my focus turned to the strange man at his side. He wore a long, black hooded cloak, and in his hand was a wooden staff topped with a round, black crystal. His presence exuded ominously. “Angelicca,” Alpha Zarkus spoke. “I know that even if I banish you, you’ll find a way to return... to take back my sons. So I’ve prepared this, to make sure that never happens. This is my final punishment for you.”

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.

NOELLE I'm still trembling when he pulls his fingers away, and I whine at the loss, my hips jerking after him. His eyes are dark, his chest heaving. But he's scanning the boutique, his nostrils flaring. "Angel," he rasps, his voice husky. "We need to move. The New Order might be close. The incense—" Rage ignites under my skin instantly. I shove myself off the wall, my legs shaky. "No."

She felt her body suddenly become rigid and very cold. For the first time...she truly understood who Cassian was. Her foot moved backward instinctively. Her heel kicked a giant porcelain vase that was beside the pillar she hid at. The thing wobbled. "No..."she whispered, reaching for it, but it was too late. CRASH! The vase exploded in bits across the marble floor. Every guard turned instantly, weapons raised ready to fire. Cassian slowly lifted his eyes. Their gazes locked . His dark orbs immobilizing her. Her cheeks were now flushed, her breaths coming out in pants.

The confusion drew upon me and my brothers but then the witch began speaking again. "She has let her wings spread and opened the door of her heart..." She spoke, her voice stretching out each of the words, "The season of love is knocking there and it's just one step afar...." She stopped, her hand lifting the cloth with her eyes still closed. A smile tugged at her lips, "He is there, her protector for eternities. The heart of the angel has now connected with the king just like the imperishable bond of their souls," Bond of the souls......That means the smell of that powerful Lycan that I sensed was because he was her mate.