Midnight Angels Novels & Stories

Tonight, was the night. Alpha Hardin ran through the streets looking for the fight. He was able to end the lives of five scattered wolves before encountering the heart of the battle. All around him his town was in flames and the lives of his pack, his family were taken away. No matter how hard each and every wolf fought, they all went down. The only members of the Midnight pack that were spared that night were the young children who were offered a chance to join the Blood Moon pack. Only ten of the twenty children accepted, the rest met the same fate as their parents.

And now, he was like a butterfly trapped in a spider’s web. With the barrier now gone, a flock of angels surrounded the darkened field. Sunlight finally seeped into the open area but it failed to quench the swirling darkness on the ground. The angels who were inside the field when the shadow domain o Maleficent appeared were on the same state as them aside from the guardian angels – Michael, Uriel, Gabriel, and Aurora.

She has read that book too? Midnight was a character from one of his first books. The book was about a young man, who because of being possessed by demons, would go on a killing spree every midnight, the sight and scent of the blood being the only salvation from the mental and physical pain these demons brought him. That fucker was a total psycho. Jake felt wronged. Why should she call him that? Does Ryder think of him as a psycho? Yet, upon noticing Ryder beaming proudly like a little child, he didn't have the heart to refuse. "Why not."

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

Emily's expression shifted to one of shock. "Did you know about this locket?" I asked. The woman nodded slightly. "I've seen these lockets on the members of the Dark Angels," she explained. "Can you tell me what they are?" I impatiently responded to her statements. "They are a group of individuals known as the Dark Angels. They were banished from Paradise," I joked, although it felt like a far-fetched notion. When her icy gaze met mine, I quickly stifled my laughter. "You think I'm joking?" she snarled.

In an instant, they vanished, leaving in their wake a resplendent burst of energy that rent the very fabric of the desert, carving a profound crater in the sun-scorched earth. A sense of profound mystery and purpose pervaded the air, weaving together the disparate threads of mortal and immortal, good and evil, love and despair. The stage was set for a grand cosmic drama, where the destinies of angels and devils intertwined in a timeless struggle for the soul of creation.As the powerful Archangels received the telepathic message from Michael, they knew that a great shift was about to unfold. Their purpose was clear, and their collective energy resonated with a divine force that transcended th

Two angels. They were Real. Not painted, not carved. They were Living. Their bodies glowed faintly, tall and broad, like fire burned under their skin. One had black hair that fell like midnight, and his eyes were sharp, and dangerous. The other glowed golden, his smile soft but sinful at the same time. I couldn’t breathe. Mira tried to speak, her voice shaking. “We’re sorry… we shouldn’t be here.” “Shouldn’t you?” The golden one stepped closer, each step slow, his bare feet silent on the marble floor. His voice was teasing and playful, like he already knew us. “You climbed all this way. Maybe your soul already knew what it wanted.”

And it suddenly felt like he was transported to another world. There were no people near the restroom. Unlike earlier. But it was warm. The scent of cologne, cigar, champagne and wine is assaulting his senses. All the people were now standing near the main ballroom. ‘Room 808. MIdnight.’ Angel’s words echoed like a promise. Or a challenge. Tony grinned. “Like a fucking cinderella.” He checked his wrist. Looking at the time. “Shit. It’s only 9:30 pm?” But it felt so long.

I look towards Lily and she nods her head at me, “yes, let’s go.” The four of us made our way to my office in silence, nobody said a word. As my office door closed Jason blurted out, "Midnight killed Hades and is the rightful ruler of the underworld!” “What?” I say, unsure of what I just heard. “It’s- it’s true,” Midnight says quietly, “I held the sword of Demoirta in my hands… and I killed him with it.” I hear Lily gasps slightly before she pulls Midnight into her arms.

If he wasn't informed by Butler Camsy, he would never have any idea of how his little Candy was mistreated by her own father! “I met Old master Harry today. For some reason, my life is at danger. The white Angels are still alive!” He spoke up after a while. His mind was still not arrested thinking of what Adams Paige could be? To him that mark he saw on her shoulders was not to be taken lightly but seriously. The mark on her shoulders contained the twelve stars symbol owned by the most powerful group, the white Angels. Considering the strength of their powers, he himself was defenseless against them. “Simone said that they were killed ten thousand years ago. It is impossible for one to be al