Alastor And Angel Dust Novels & Stories

“April Foster. That’s General Alastor.” I squint my eyes at Scott before forcing back up a kind expression for the lycan. “It’s actually April Angel,” I correct the stupid Alpha, offering a hand for the general to take. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, General Alastor.” “How fitting,” the general comments, a huge grin appearing on his stoic face. “The pleasure is all mine, Dr. Angel.” He takes my hand, shaking it, and I am surprised at how gentle the handshake feels because I was rather expecting him to crush my fingers in a tight grip. His hand is huge compared to mine, and I have to actively keep myself from shuddering as his deep voice vibrates along my nerves through our connection.

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.

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!”

What the hell was going on with me? He stared at me with blue eyes that reminded me of the deep sea, full of darkness and secrets. It was unsettling yet captivating, and I found myself drawn to him. An impulse surged through me to trace his sharp jaw and the scar over his right eyebrow with my fingertips and press my lips against his plump ones while running my hands through his thick black hair. No one had ever stirred such feelings within me. Nicholas unlocked a part of me that I didn’t know existed, awakening a need that excited and terrified me. It was as if he held a mirror to my soul, revealing desires I’d kept buried deep. Yet there was the angel inside me that the world thought me to

“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.

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.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

I don't know when I'm drifted into sleep in his arms meanwhile in the sky good angel : is there any other piece of man like this guy evil angel : why good angel : to make him mine evil angel : didn't you see what kind of guy he is earlier good angel : who cares evil angel : me good angel : huh evil angel : you're not allowed to dream about any guy good angel : why evil angel : that's it