The Night Angels Novels & Stories

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

Their shimmer looked almost phosphorescent in the colorless night, but everything else about Arriane, from her short black bob to her pale, drawn lips, looked harrowingly somber and sedate. The angel beside Arriane was quieter than usual, too. Annabelle stared blankly into the far reaches of the night. Her wings were dark silver, almost pewter-colored. They were broad and muscular, stretching around her and Arriane in a wide, protective arc. It had been a long time since Noah had seen her. Gabbe Noah e to a stop behind Arriane and Annabelle and stood facing the other side: Roland, Molly, and Noah , who were sharing a coarse fur blanket. It was draped over their wings. Unlike the angels on th

Yup" Casie: "Guys what is angel nights?" Eva: "It's the annual event in the kingdom where all angels gather and dance all night and all are dressed at their best. " Casie: "Wow. Is there any special dance form?' Sam; "Yes there is and You will get trained for it tomorrow. Now let's have a look at the outfits." Casie: "Sam this is girls boutique. Why you need a girl outfit?" Sam: "For you"

with the other five angels working tonight, all of them getting ready. The preparation was extensive. Full body waxing. Makeup applied to perfection. Hair styled. Bodies oiled until their skin gleamed. Each angel wore the same uniform: a black silk robe that would be removed the moment they entered their assigned stations. "Room assignments," announced Mistress Katrina, the club's manager....a severe woman in her fifties who ran The Obsidian with military precision. "Maya, you're in the Velvet Room tonight. We have eighteen members booked for gloryhole service between 9 PM and 2 AM. Think you can handle that?"

Gracie says, and we look at each other. I've seen nothing like it. We got back home before mom could realize that we were not home. NIGHT 9:00 PM I'm lying on my bed, thinking about the incident that happened up the street today. I wonder if that old man survived it, I wonder if he's still alive or in a coma.

The WORLD is full of Love and Hate. Only people with Courage choose to Love since it requires wearing your heart on sleeves and not many people can do that. —Mehak Gupta *plays The Nights by Avicii* AUTHOR'S POV: An Overview about Foundation When humans use words like Angels and Demons, Good and Evil, they don't realize how close these things existed near them. It's not just the not-so-human beings but also the worlds where these kinds existed. Most of the people categorized Angels and Demons to be living in Heaven and Hell with the predefined characteristics of pure and taint respectively which wasn't even ten percent correct. Heaven and hell were the places where a person's soul would be t

Night Angel sounds pure and pure in its name, but it's just an appearance because Angel is the tallest building in Daisy City and where lavish parties often take the place of billions of rich players. Today's example is no different. The party of guys who like to wear the mask of a friend with a friendly smile to hide the stench of his evil and depraved nature. "Mister Michael, may I offer you a drink?" - A girl's soft, soothing voice resounded.

“The pier. Where it all started. Where we made a baby.” He hummed against my skin. “Possibly the best night of my life.” “You know I was staying pretty much next door to where you live?” “Don’t tell me that,” he said with a groan. I turned in his arms. “The W.” A growl of frustration left him and his forehead fell against mine. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” “Yeah.” “Yeah,” he said with a shake of his head. He turned me slightly. “You can’t see from this angle, but on the other side of the second tower of this complex is the W. It literally is right next door.”

“Okay, well, what about Demons? Fairies? Angels? Trolls? Shifters?…” “Not really, as there aren’t that many of them around anymore. No one has seen an Angel in over a thousand years same goes for Demons…” Again Nathaniel answers Skylar's questions. “Well, according to one of these files, they have found them… And a lot of them, all different species... However, the only one they haven’t managed to get their hands on was the Angel, but they know who and where he is.” “So, what are their numbers?” “It doesn’t say numbers but there is a note attached to the bottom that each time they attack a clan, a pack or any group of supernaturals they take the strongest and the ones that would be the best

The night became a sanctuary for vulnerability and acceptance, and I knew that our connection had evolved into something profound—a partnership in navigating the intricate labyrinth of healing and rediscovery. That night, with the weight of Angel's revelations still lingering in the air, we decided to escape the confines of four walls and go for a drive. The cool night breeze brushed against our faces as we embarked on a journey, the hum of the engine providing a rhythmic backdrop to the thoughts that lingered between us.