1. Dark Angel Part 8


    Date: 7/1/2017, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    the man, sending him flying twenty feet away to slam into the wall at the end of the corridor. His body hit with a sickening crunch. Ashriel grinned when he heard the guards running to their downed friend. “He won’t be walking for a while,” Natanael snorted. They walked through metal double doors and stopped at the edge of a platform. Silver, shell-shaped transports floated to them. “You are to remain seated within these personal transports at all times. If you step out of the transport while the green boarder is lit, you will die instantly. The transports are for your safety.” Ashriel glared down at the guard who was speaking. “We need no protection. We are holy warriors.” The guard gulped, and Ashriel imagined his eyes wide behind the black goggles he wore. His heavy breathing was audible through the respirator as Ashriel towered over him. “Sorry, sir. It’s just protocol. You must never let your feet touch the glass floor. Only stand on the metal platforms and only if your transport deactivates its force fields. If we were attacked, the force field would keep you safe within your transport.” Ashriel wanted to argue, knowing the whole safety issue was a lie. They only wanted to control their guests and monitor where they went, but that was unimportant now. Grudgingly, he sat within one of the transports and watched the others do the same. “This is like being in Disney,” Eriel laughed, his light mood really grating on Ashriel’s nerves. As if reading his mind, Natanael looked ...
    at Ashriel and said, “That’s his coping mechanism, Ash. Please don’t kill him.” Eriel sat and looked from Ashriel to Natanael. “What?” “Erie, please. Just zip it already,” Natanael hissed. Eriel snorted. “Whatever, sheesh.” Chapter Eight Anniel awaken to utter silence within herself. It took her a moment to realize she no longer felt Devon’s presence inside her before panic struck making her sit up panting in terror. Her mind reached out to feel for any of the other Alpha Angels and there was nothing. She couldn’t see anything either, but then a light went on and a big looming shadow came toward her. She blinked, trying hard to clear her eyesight. All she saw were clumps of grey shadows with no clear definition. She was blind. A snarl of warning erupted from her lips as her fear ratcheted higher. Heavy boots thumped the floor—concrete by the sound of it—as the very big shadow loomed closer. Anniel continued to snarl, baring fangs, and drawing deep breaths between, trying to pick up anything familiar. The scent of something metallic mixed with the sweet scent Seraph’s usually exuded and… a hint of wolf drifted through the air. Backing up away from the approaching person, her snarls grew louder and her skin prickled with the desire to shift. A touch on her cheek had her snapping her elongated canines, but her sharp teeth came into contact with metal beneath velvet cloth and flesh. Whoever tried to touch didn’t even flinch when she bit him. “You cannot hurt me,” a rasping voice ...
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