Alastor And Angel Dust Novels & Stories

The place smelled of alcohol and desperation, and I didn't dare ask who these people were. "What is this place? And what did you tell him?" I whispered to Amber, as the bartender led us ahead, showing the way. "I simply said I wanted to see one of the Archangels. The one we seek is Lucifer. He's known as the Angel of Death. They say he's never failed a job, but I've heard he's quite expensive. But we need the best if we're going to find Tyler before the Alpha King gets his hands on him!" Amber muttered seriously.

Donatello stood on the rooftop, smoking his cigar and admiring the scenery below. He had intended to clear his mind, but it does not appear to be working. His thoughts drifted back to what his uncle had said. What did he mean when he stated that he would have to pay the price again? What was the price he was talking about? He pondered. Then he touched his stomach, where the scar was and suddenly felt a flash of memory. Was what happened before going to repeat itself?

I struggled to breathe, every movement sending fresh waves of pain through my battered body. When I finally got up, I wandered to the mess they'd left behind. The coffee table was littered with bottles, cigarette butts, and crumpled bills. Amidst all the mess, my gaze had caught on a slick black card lying. It was dusted with white powder-the stuff used to cut lines. I picked it up, turning it over in my hands. In bold letters across the middle was a name-Valaro-along with a website.

He couldn’t believe he had ever doubted her, she was the epitome of innocence, they lived two worlds away yet bonded together. Her taste, the sweetest thing he had ever tasted and he could get addicted to it. She watched him with innocent eyes, completely clueless, he was the big bad wolf and she was the white sheep. His complete opposite. She was his angel, the cold Mafia’s Angel.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

I want to stay with you as long as I live. Arin - Yes. Off course. Why not. You are just mine. In night Arin thinking that he is an angel. If he will marry with Isla then he loss his all power. But he love Isla and want to marry with her. The God and all angles seeing all things. They decide to talk with Arin about Arin and Isla. It was a full moon night. Angels come to their true form on this night and they cannot assume any other form on this night.So,Arin locked him in a cave.

I ignored them all and tried to shove through the crowd. "Danielle! What drugs are you giving to that wolf to make him act like that!?" I froze and turned towards the man who had yelled the question at me. He aimed the mic toward me. "Alastor is not given any drugs but a calming powder to ensure our safety." I snapped in defense. "Then why did he act like that?" He retorted. "We are unsure why he acts differently towards me than others. We think that he finds me like a pup of his." That was the first thing that came to mind.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

His expression stoic and his posture relaxed but domineering. His calm domineer scared the living hell out of her. He looked more like the devil walking in flesh and bone. "Stay away from me." She screamed and thrashed harder against the chains and moved back on instinct when they didn't budge, her eyes reflecting rage and panic. Memories of how he injected that liquid into her hours, made her squirm. Cassian didn't answer. He walked to were she was, at the corner of the kind sized bedand sat down.

NOELLE I'm still trembling when he pulls his fingers away, and I whine at the loss, my hips jerking after him. His eyes are dark, his chest heaving. But he's scanning the boutique, his nostrils flaring. "Angel," he rasps, his voice husky. "We need to move. The New Order might be close. The incense—" Rage ignites under my skin instantly. I shove myself off the wall, my legs shaky. "No."