Scary Angel Novels & Stories

“Alright, I'm done playing games. Tell me where your little brother is, or I'll turn this birthday party into a crime scene.” I bit my tongue, refusing to give in to his demands. This only seemed to irritate Angel further. Stroking his chin, he said, “Now, let's see… who should I start with?” Before I could process his words, Angel zipped out of sight, darting up the stairs with the speed of a squirrel on caffeine. Suddenly, Jaja's screams pierced the air, making my blood run cold. Within moments, Angel reappeared, Jaja in tow, his face transformed into its vampiric form. His fangs hovered dangerously close to her neck, like a chef with a knife poised over a particularly juicy steak.

Angelina had never seen anything that scary in her life. "I had previously thought that you were the devil's incarnate. Turns out I was wrong. Dead wrong. You're worse than the devil himself, Devilina. Because you're a bitch. A filthy, disgusting, cheap bitch. A bitch eager to sink her clawing fangs into any willing magnate. A bitch who's constantly in heat twenty four hours a day for seven days, as long as there are dicks with deep, loaded pockets around."

“If I remember correctly, you still owe me a bullet.” In that instant, Sophia broke down. She dropped to the floor and began kissing my shoes. “Rachel– No– Donna Medici, it was an accident. The gun went off by mistake… I’ll leave right now… Please spare my life. My blood isn’t worth dirtying your hands…” I stood up and kicked her away. However, she crawled back again, sobbing as she kissed my shoes. “Donna Medici, I beg for your mercy…”

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

What the hell was going on with me? He stared at me with blue eyes that reminded me of the deep sea, full of darkness and secrets. It was unsettling yet captivating, and I found myself drawn to him. An impulse surged through me to trace his sharp jaw and the scar over his right eyebrow with my fingertips and press my lips against his plump ones while running my hands through his thick black hair. No one had ever stirred such feelings within me. Nicholas unlocked a part of me that I didn’t know existed, awakening a need that excited and terrified me. It was as if he held a mirror to my soul, revealing desires I’d kept buried deep. Yet there was the angel inside me that the world thought me to

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

And more in this case where I knew the people who would be taking the last breath are the ones who had hurt my mate, the thought of drawing the blood of whoever the malicious monsters are felt like a beautiful scenario. "So we'll wait?" Jason questioned. "Yes, we will wait," I responded raising the beer mug towards my mouth. The taste of the beer is way less appealing than the taste of my Angel's scent on my tongue. I'd just met her and I already knew I could even die for her.

I cut him off. "No, who told you so?" He looks at me confusedly. "Well, I don't think that you have the ability to read minds because you are damn wrong. Wrong because, I don't think that I am with Arabella Rossi since I already know that she is not here and I have never met her actually." His expressions change to the one of shock. I look back at my Angel and same goes for her. She has become pale. I pull her face closer to me, cupping it gently. "What happened, Angel? You okay? Go into the car. You don't need to deal with this man here. I will, okay. Go." She surprisingly obeys me and goes to sit in the car. I turn my attention to Devin now. "So, you were saying something?" He opens his mo

Astra said as she stuck her head from behind the curtain. “That’s just it; no one was there, but I recognize the voice,” Angelica stated as she began to explain. “I have had the same nightmare for years now. I am running in the woods from someone, and I end up in a clearing with a marble mausoleum. The doors open up, and a man is lying inside it a marble coffin wrapped in chains. The chained disappear and the lid slides off. I reach down to touch him and grabs me. He said my name and that I need to free him. Then I wake up. He had fangs; now that I think about it, he may have been a vampire..” “Hold on,” Astra said as she pulled back the shower curtain, fully dressed. She ran to the sitting