Alastor And Angel Dust の小説・ストーリー

“Yours. I haven’t met her yet with your scent. Be careful though I can know what it is. And, you might not like the truth of it.” “I’ll be looking forward on it.” “So, what do you remember of the Paradise?” Albert took his time by gulping all the contents of his glass. Some women entered, eyeing him. He had been in the pub for some time now and it was news that he’s enjoying himself in – the Constant was enjoying. He looked back at Raymond. “I could not tell anything at all except anger.” “On what?” “On the Magicians on the other side of the veil - they must have enjoyed it so much. They didn’t even deserve to stay there. The Great Silence was not just the Night Children’s fault. The Phoenix

But I just held her. “I wasn’t with anyone; I went home that night when I left with Alana. I did the hickey using a syringe. I won't ever cheat on you, Angel; that’s the only thing you never have to worry about. Roscoe found something, and I stayed away from you to see what would happen.” “What do you mean?” She asked, sitting up and looking at me. “I’ll tell you later, but right now, I need to take you home and feed you before.”

And yet now, after two innocent encounters with one forbidden redhead, he found himself risking everything. If my father finds out I'm fraternizing with the enemy, he'll skin me alive, Layon realized, yet a part of him was even angrier at himself for thinking of Angel as the enemy. She was just as much a victim of her father's actions as his father had been, if not more so. Lester Silverdale was stronger than ever, his legacy almost secured, and he never spoke of Axel. Yet Angel was clearly struggling every day to make ends meet, emotionally and physically drained.

Angel strolled in wearing Tony’s big black shirt over his own faded blue jeans and white rubber shoes. Headphones—the one they bought in one of their travels—resting over his neck. Music was still quietly playing. They could hear it from their position. Angel was humming softly to the music, holding two coffees in styrofoam each in his hands. One was opened without a lid—steaming—then he blew on it. The thin smoke disappeared like a ghost. His eyes immediately widened at the sight that appeared before him. He recognized Beth instantly, then his gaze drifted to Tony.

“I’m their family’s personal psychiatrist. By the way, I’m Ginger Peterson. You can call me Dr. Peterson.” “I-I’m Angela Santos, Dr. Peterson.” “Oh, what an Angelic name to be paired with the angel of the demons hahaha!” “Leave now, you psycho.” Lucifer suddenly said to her. “And why are you asking me to leave already, huh? Am I disturbing the two of you here? What are you two actually doing here? Don’t you know that you’re still young to do some naughty things inside this mansion? And you really decided to do it inside this baking room? Why? Because it has a lot of icings? You naughty naughty Prince!”

His blue eyes somehow darkened, and I could see the lust swirling in them. “Run.” And so, I did. I darted into the woods, my breath coming in quick, frantic gasps. I could hear Nicholas behind me, his footsteps crunching on fallen branches and leaves. “I will always catch you, Angel,” Nicholas shouted, his voice carrying through the woods. “Just leave me alone!” I shot back as I turned and zipped into the trees. He called my name, but I didn’t stop. The shadows danced around me as branches reached out like hands, but I pushed deeper, trying to lose him.

“The devil you called is your brother, remember? Alistar, the Angel of Death. He was the brother that you sealed inside the volcano for thousands of years.” The Angel of Death, commonly known as Alistar in Moon Goddess' Kingdom, led a rebellion against the Moon Goddess because of her affection towards the supernatural species. One of Alistar's things was mating with a woman, Trinity, destined to be the mother of dark magic. Through that mating, Trinity received a considerable amount of dark magic in her arsenal.

‘A win for you is a win for me,’ Juanzo was saying, ‘We can’t let that blond prick win. ‘Agreed.’ Derith replied. In the next instance, there wasn’t just one Hind, but four. ‘What the fuck?!’ Alastor growled, his head whipping around, trying to keep track of the true Hind as the copies zipped back and forth. In his state of confusion, a puff of fire billowed into his face. Letting out a yelp, he dropped down on his belly and flattened his ears. He cringed as heat seared along his back. Juanzo pinned him by the scruff of his neck before he could recover.

Alec asked again "Angel has a job with us" Rusty stated. "A job?" Angel questioned. She did not want to sell any drugs for him. "Yes, you will entertain my male employees after a long day of hard work." Rusty said walking away. "I don't understand" Angel said. Rusty looked at her and smiled. "Every night one of my men will come to your room and spend two hours with you, what they chose to do with you in the mean time is completely up to them" His smile tuned into an evil smirk.

A chill raced down his spine. The soft sunlight slipped through a half-closed window, catching the cold gleam of the man they called Italy’s nightmare—Alastor Merikh Drystan. The Sovereign. The number one killer. Only thirty, yet feared like a god. At twelve, he was already drawn to business—and blood. Passion lived in both. Drenched in shadows, Drystan reclined on a chair, legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curled upward, but his eyes stayed fixed elsewhere—burning with calm, deadly intent.