The Night Angels Novels & Stories

I will die, Angel," she added in a whisper. Angel lowered his face to kiss her. "You will not lose me. The gods can not be that cruel. I have suffered enough… lost enough," he rasped against her lips. * * * Around midnight, the phone on the bedside table rang and Angel answered it. Cole Miller's voice sounded from the other end. "We are moving out," he said. "Noted," Angel said and dropped the phone. "Babe?" he called to Nadia, shaking her awake. "Uhm?" she replied. Angel dropped a kiss on her lips.

eight in a teardrop form. I heard the humans scream for victory. Raising their weapon in the sky to show Victory. I saw hope in the lost souls too. I saw a paper with pride written on it, burned before it touched my hand. The task is done and the seven deadly sins are gone. The barrier gets thick again. The heaven opens and the seven archangels kneel including Michael who is fighting the Nephilims to protect the humans. I defeated Samael and he is gone, same with Maria. The Nephilim that he help to escape just to give terror to humans are gone too. As well as his army of angels. They all turned into ash one by one as when their master got defeated. Husk and Tusk returned to themselves. A cu

Nature was being affected badly. Having to fight off so much demons who revealed themselves so openly to the humans also put these Angels in danger of getting exposed as most of these demons had to be fought physically. They carried out the operations in the dead of night when the demons were mostly active and for a couple of years the Angels remained hidden until technology exposed them. It had started with a picture but then it was nothing new, fake news were the norm, then videos dropped in, witnesses followed up on the story until a broken angel was "found". Soon then it was no myth; demons and Angels were as real as humans.

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.

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.”