Gothic-angels Novels & Stories

The tension in Dirty Angels coiled tighter than a garrote wire as the night deepened. The bar wasn’t some dive with sticky floors and cheap beer; it was high-class sleaze, polished brass rails, leather booths that cost more than most people’s rent, crystal tumblers catching the amber glow of pendant lights. Velvet ropes at the VIP section. A dress code enforced with a single raised eyebrow from the doorman.

The bright fairy lights glowed, as if they were also praising them, shining on them to make their nights brighten, smiling with them. For a while, they walked quietly, content with the peaceful silence that surrounded them. Both of them couldn't help but be thankful for each other's company. Angela's eyes kept deviating towards his handsome face, appreciating his manly features. His eyes were his most striking feature to her; his glassy grey eyes that could hold a thousand secrets, they could be hard but they were always soft and calm whenever she was around him. His eyes could give away his emotions but only when he wanted to. Just like then, when all Angela could see was love and care for

Mr Green said and Mr Carter frowned. "Just hear it out," Mr Green said to Mr Carter and turned to Martin. "So what I am going to do is pretty simple. I will open three separate accounts in the bank system using ghost names but in each of the accounts, I will name the three of us here as beneficiaries to the account. I crush the bank system and move some funds into that account leaving no trace. Now we have up two seventy-two hours to execute everything if not we will be caught," Martin explained and Mr Carter's face drew lines.

"Yes, I am your girlfriend, we broke up back then but we still made it up and stayed together. I even promised you that I will be your girlfriend again while we're trying to escape from the holdapers, don't you really remember even a tiny bit of that, Lucifer?please remember me, I am Angela Santos." He furrowed his brows then he glared at me, "Don't you even dare pretend! I don't know you, I don't even know what do you want from me but please stop this stupidity, I am not the Lucifer that you're saying so shut the hell up!" He said as he started walking away, going to his car. "N-No, Lucifer! This is me, Angela! Lucifer!! Don't leave me here please, Lucifer!!!" I yelled and yelled his name

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

It was just his thing. Angels also did dirty jobs. Ohh yes, in every good, there had to be a bad egg to spoil the crate but even the bad Angels never came here. Instead they sent their slaves - humans - or better still, if they had demon allies, they sent them to do their dirty works for them, because sending a human in here was only asking for death, their blood was intoxicating and they could be easily identified, demons and Angels could easily smell out a human.

one said as she looked at him like his head was going to explode any second for his ability not to listen was evident. “If you think you are better than any other creature on any of the realms, you are sadly mistaken. I will not rush to get to you or your kind. The Angels are a bunch of spoiled whiney children throughing a temper tantuam. Send the word, or you might regret it.” She said. The angels all glared at her but she glared back, and they saw the depths of her convictions. They were vain creatures, but they also knew she could wipe out the realm if she so chose to do. As they started back to their doorway, she heard one conversation taking place.

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

(Titus p.o.v) I strode over to the throne and kneeled to my queen and king. “Rise,” she stated. Standing up, I remained silent. “Do you have it?” “Yes,” I answered carefully while pondering why did she want the angel essence of Gabriel. An angel essence Is connected to that person. If they become corrupted, so do their essence. When being sent into The Dark World, angels become demons. When demons are sent here, they die as soon as day breaks.

were standing near the door to the room. They were the opposites to Hades and his Demon friends, they were darkly handsome, oozing sexuality and seduction, irresistibly attractive to both males and females. Not the men looking at her, they were just as tall and just as powerful and stood like Roman Centurions in their golden armour, they had long golden hair and deep blue eyes. Goodness seeped out of them, along with kindness and love, their souls were pure and Melody instinctively knew what they were, 'You, you, oh my gosh, you are Angels.' She whispered getting to her knees and bowing h