Dark Angel Part 9 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 9

... ran across the floor while the human shapes morphed into large wolves. Snarling and growling filled the air. Seth pushed Ashriel away from him. “Go.” He didn’t really need to push Ashriel away. The feel of the weretigri’s power being unleashed bit against Ashriel’s skin like razor blades. The air around Seth distorted. His fingers grew wickedly long claws, which he used to tear his shirt from his body with a deep snarl. Muscles rippled, skin furred, and black stripes appeared. The seams of his pants ripped and his back arched when it elongated releasing a tail. When he finally fell upon front paws, his body had bloomed and filled out into the shape of a twenty plus foot white tiger. The beast’s chest filled with air, pale-blue eyes blazing, fangs bared, before letting out a roar that shook the ground beneath Ashriel’s boots and left his ears ringing. The werewolves snapped their teeth at him and snarled, but they looked like pups before the enormous white tiger. Ashriel almost felt sorry for them. The minute Seth lunged at the wolves, Ashriel dashed around the corner to where Seth said Anniel was. There was a large round chamber with a door at the far end. Standing before the door was a Seraph clad in black. One white wing spread out, the other wing was made of metal and glowed between its metallic feathers with blue light. The strange creature’s face was hidden behind goggles and respirator, but his hair hung down to his waist in dark blond dreadlocks. Ashriel summoned ...

... his divine sword when the cybernetic Seraph’s wristbands began glowing green with fire. “I will kill you,” the creature rasped, his voice deep and rough like a demon’s. Ashriel spread his wings as he tore his goggles away. He raised his sword, ready for battle, and regarded the cybernetic Seraph calmly. “You could try.” Blue-white divine fire coated the sword rendering it almost blinding. He’d battled Demons and devils before. One cyborg Seraph would be nothing for him. His Anniel was on the other side of that door, and nothing would stop him from getting her back. *** Anniel concentrated and allowed her power to flow. Carefully, she felt her surroundings telepathically. Her skin prickled with cold, but she tried her best to ignore it knowing it stemmed from flowing over and sometimes through inanimate objects. There were a few things here and there, but mostly wide-open space. She could feel something broad, hard, and flat. It had legs… a table. There were glass or metal containers on it with liquid. Anniel wrinkled her nose when the feel of something acidic permeated it, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. She wondered how the others managed to do this without gagging. It was awful. Moving on, she encountered a few rectangular-shaped objects scattered about. It felt like more beds, but they were empty. She could smell traces of musk and light sweat. Someone had had sex in the one farther away from her. The residue of energy remained. Anniel closed her eyes to concentrated ...