Novel & Cerita Alastor Angry

He chokes and I lose all control. Before I can control myself, my fist is already colliding with his chest. Again. And again. “Don’t call me that! I’m not your baby! I’m not your munchkin! And I certainly don’t want to be here anymore! I’m leaving and if you don’t want that, then you can go ahead and put me out of my misery.” I expect a reaction, anything. But all I get is a silent Angioletto who looks to be in even greater pain. The veins in his neck and forehead are so painfully pronounced, his hand desperately clutching the area around his diaphragm.

(But maybe it was. Because every time he close his eyes, he can see William's horrified gaze morphing into Winters– disgusted and disapproving of the violence, of his bloodlust. Was someone like him deserving of a goddess? What if she completely hates him by now?) Alastor physically shuddered at that, absentmindedly pulling his phone out of his pocket, hoping for a distraction… maybe he should let some of his friends know that–

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

“Come to daddy little girl. I’ve got something for you. Daddy has been waiting a long time.” Even through the sounds of fighting, I can hear Sarah whimpering and sobbing. “Screw you, Sebastian. You and your pitiful vampires will die here today.” The powerful voice of my sweet Angel, overlaid with Alessia, is music to my ears. She may be scared, but she’s going to fight. At least until I kill this leech and take out the one she called Sebastian.

Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow. Kram faced everyone and deeply breathed slowly, worried and restless. His wings slowly went down as he sighed in fear and worry, “A vampire was awakened in the human world,” he said, loud and clear for everyone to hear him. All eyes looked at him in horror; the angels looked at each other at the same time, some got worried and some began to panic. They were not expecting the news, and what’s worst was it was an unexpected predicament, something they never heard for too many years, something that they never wanted to know at all

“He was trying to get a reaction out of the pack. He believed that if anyone called you, that you would be leaving the basement to…” “Fuck,” Alvize said, stopping me. I frowned in confusion only to notice that he rushed out of the room without saying a word. My heart raced against my ribcage, and it wasn’t until I heard low growls rumbling through the walls of the Estate that I understood and realized what happened. The fucking Lycan had set the demon free…

"Don't be angry. You must forgive your grandmother. She acted out of fear for the crown. She wants to protect you." Alaric tightened his jaw. I saw a muscle twitch in his cheek as he looked away. "I have forgiven her." Alaric said. "I have let the anger go because you asked me to. I have granted her mercy for your sake." I looked into his eyes. Saw the flash of gold. It was the mark of a hunter who had to stop. "I don't believe you." I said softly. "The anger is still there. I can feel it in your hands and your breath. You are holding it back for me. You haven't let it go."

Soon, they would expel me from the territory. As I stood watching the twins sleep, the door suddenly creaked open. I turned quickly and my eyes widened slightly at the unfamiliar presence that entered. Beside him stood Alpha Zarkus, his face expressionless, his eyes fixed coldly on me. But my focus turned to the strange man at his side. He wore a long, black hooded cloak, and in his hand was a wooden staff topped with a round, black crystal. His presence exuded ominously. “Angelicca,” Alpha Zarkus spoke. “I know that even if I banish you, you’ll find a way to return... to take back my sons. So I’ve prepared this, to make sure that never happens. This is my final punishment for you.”

“You’re not a monster, and none of this is your fault.” I sniffle and shake my head against his solid chest. “But it is. I can feel her screaming inside of me. I’m so scared, Lucifer.” “Your angel, Apolliana, is in a great deal of pain, but it’s not her─your fault. You don’t need to be scared,” he mumbles. “I will care for you.” I bite my bottom lip, trying to stifle my tears as I place his palm in the center of my chest. “Is that her name? Apolliana?”