L'ange Dechu Novels & Stories

she retorted, her words laced with a quiet confidence. The figure stepped closer, revealing his face. He had scrawny features, his sunken eyes fixating on Claudine. "Oh, I'm not standing in your way, witch," he said, a sinister grin playing on his thin lips. "I'm merely here to retrieve Claudine for Mrs. Zayender. It's time to go home, Claudine. My name is Angelo."

Orion The path to Natasha’s hideout is a blur, every step a pulse of barely controlled rage. The air hums with the charge of dark magic, a twisted energy that beckons me, taunting me. My hands tremble with the beast’s fury, simmering just beneath my skin, but I haven’t let it loose yet. Not fully. There’s a strange clarity to my anger—a focus that makes every sense sharper, every movement precise.

Time freezes as Declan's words hang in the air. Henry's hand is still wrapped around mine, warm and steady, while Declan's face twists with something between rage and triumph. "You know her?" Henry asks, looking between us. "Oh, I know her alright." Declan's laugh is cruel. "She's the barmaid who slapped me. Not Hattie Everett." Henry's hand goes slack in mine. The loss of his touch shouldn't hurt, but it does.

The mansion is so empty during the day and glows during the night. “What are we gonna do here?” I asked. “Imagine we are in a ball and we are dancing to a music,” Angelo said. Suddenly a music played on the background like it’s for real. It’s weird that I watched at every corner of the room to find the music. “You can hear it,” he said clicking his hand and in one blink the place turned into a huge space with dominance of gold color. “Did you do this?” I asked confused still frozen with my feet.

The nineteenth was a traitor and only the twentieth had lived. Crystal didn't know what to think or believe. Lade had died in some faraway land and betrayed his country. Sitting at the back seat of the Maybach, she placed the cards together. She put everything Emeka had said from the start and the news of Lade's treachery in one basket. It didn't add up. Lade could kill in cold blood but he was loyal and she knew that.

she muttered quietly, almost to herself, instantly tugging Alistair out of his sudden concern if he should go take a look on a mirror. He blinked, “What is?” She waved a hand, “Never mind. I suppose I should just go ahead and say it, then: I am Proserpina, goddess of shadows and keeper of death.” the patron goddess of monster-hunters and heir to the underworld strangely went unspoken.

Marie's pov: After pushing away the painful memories,it's then I realized I was done with my hot chocolate and only then did I notice the salty tears rolling down my cheeks making my eyes puffy.The rain had stopped pouring as a clear sky was visible showing the beautiful stars. Reminiscing my mother's last words I knew it was time for me to fullfil my promise.I mean,A promise is a debt and the only time you can't fullfil it's only when out of necessity. Now was the right time.

Things around me like the berserk air, The scary howling, I could hear nothing, it was very calm, the air with it brought the peace I felt like I'm being carried away. " Wh-why is it so dark and peaceful? Am I dead? I questioned myself. "Why not see yourself," said a powerful voice that sounded scary and enchanting. I slowly opened my eyes Under the moonlight, the first thing I saw was a mesmerizing pair of eyes gazing back at me intimidatingly, Long eyelashes, A pointed nose that looked like a decoration on his beautiful face with a slightly grown beard and hissy hair. Holy christ did he just walk out of a painting, I chewed my bottom lip and asked. "Are you an angel of death?"

Somehow I moved my gaze to the shadow dude, who had the decency to chuckle at my state. “If you’re thinking of jumping don't bother Love. You would have a long fall before hitting the rocks at the bottom of The Divide.” He crossed his arms “What a shame that would be too.” “The Divide?” I asked cautiously still unnerved. “You know the giant ravine leading to the mine? Even my grandmother could see it and she is blind as a bat.” The sapphire eyed male snarked rolled his eyes at me in distaste. “Thanks for the input.” I cut in icily eyeing the window. Maybe jumping to my death would be better than staying here.

She asked, looking back up at him. “Well,” he cleared his throat, “I’d have you enjoy…” He went on to explain his recommendation for a three-course meal, but I had an unsettling feeling he was flirting with Angel earlier. But just then, Angel had the feeling disappear. “Sounds amazing. My husband and I will have the coq au vin combination. And more wine please,” she mumbled, giggling. She just claimed me as her husband, in front of a handsome man flirting with her! When we were done dining and red-wining, we hopped into a boat sailing across La Seine. There was an orchestra performing love songs, and although we were seated, I made Angel dance to the songs. She tittered endlessly.