Alastor Angry Novels & Stories

His teeth were darkened with what seemed like many years of tobacco intake, and his breath stunk of smoke and decayed food. “He was trying to kidnap our Rebecca, don’t you see?” the bald one stated. “Unhand me immediately,” Jacob said in a low threatening voice. “You got the nerve to talk after what we caught you doing?!” the hairy guy bellowed, raising his hand, about to strike Jacob. “Stop James! He wasn’t trying to hurt me. Leave him, John.” Rebecca yelled weakly. The hefty dudes known as James and John stared at each other and then at Rebecca.

With each strike landing on his already battered body, I felt his skull begin to cave, bones crunching under my knuckles, the wolf's wretched blood splattering my chest; his eye exploded, spraying up my face, grinning darkly, pleased to feel Ares's satisfaction. I could feel him in my mind, adrenaline fueling us both, as my fists slammed unapologetically into what used to be his nose and eye sockets—growling like a wild animal guarding his kill against others, seeing a hand touch my prey. Snapping my head around to face the lush green eyes of my angel, my eyes flared with the demonic fury I felt rippling through me until I heard her sweet voice filter through my anger. "Come back to me, Ace!

Angelic Demon episode 14 A phone call interrupted the sad atmosphere. They were all sitting on an arm chair in Roderigo's room. Hands on their cheeks, tapping their feet closely, they were too worried to go home. There is a killer on loose. This was not there first time working overnight so it was not a big deal to them. The last time they worked overnight was when an antique was stolen in a museum. The collected who reported the incident got killed as well as other people. The investigation lasted for months and they all lost something very valuable to the killer. The thought of losing again made them shiver.

“You know, I’m starting to miss the demon Alpha you once were. That guy? Would’ve ripped anyone to pieces who even tried to look at his paiónia.” Ronin let out a growl when he grabbed at Alastor and missed the slimy bastard by a hair. “If you’re offering, I’m happy to have pieces of you decorated all over the estate.” Alastor laughed, holding up his hands. “Easy. I come in peace. I just wanted to bring a concerning matter to your attention.”

I asked between my sobs. Alastair frowned. He raised his hand into the air and lectured like a false prophet. “What else? I was tired of being trapped. We were so much stronger than humans. We could rule this world, but that moon slut wouldn’t let us free.” ‘Hell no, did he call Moon Goddess a slut? That was intolerable!’ Mythril growled and roared louder. Her anger spread and ignited a flame inside my chest. “That’s it, Alastair. You’re going down,” Harlow growled and transformed into a large gray Lycan.

“Or are you just wanting to flirt? I can leave you alone if that is the case.” ‘ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?,’ my wolf barks, piercing his claws into the walls of my mind, triggering my eyes to close shortly, before I can subdue the pain and force them to open again. I really don’t want to seem like the creep here. “Oh,” General Alastor laughs in an annoying manner, and I scrunch up my face. “No, no. I was meaning to come and pick you up to show you the newest results of our investigation.”

I would rather lift my dress and dance bare-skinned in front of the High Council Judgment Hall on a sacred Sunday while howling a rogue war song. I shoot a panicked look at Lestat, then glance back at the heavy wooden door. Creepier is definitely still out on the stone path searching for my scent. Creepy could be circling the block right now. Worse yet, Tristan could be running toward this very building with a pack of warriors to force my mark onto the license. But can I really ask a High Alpha to go along with this madness? He might just push me away— "No," Lestat growls softly to the woman, his voice thick with the poison.

“I will let that slide because you are sad and angry.” “I am not angry, I am furious, Omario. We are engaged but you claim a slave, making me a laughing stock and on top of that you kill my uncle for her.” “I have my reasons for claiming her and your uncle brought this unto himself.” I am not willing to apologise for my actions even to her. Sylvester, just like all dad’s friends, was a scumbag and did not deserve to live. “Do those reasons have anything to do with what’s between her legs?” she scorns.

Things around me like the berserk air, The scary howling, I could hear nothing, it was very calm, the air with it brought the peace I felt like I'm being carried away. " Wh-why is it so dark and peaceful? Am I dead? I questioned myself. "Why not see yourself," said a powerful voice that sounded scary and enchanting. I slowly opened my eyes Under the moonlight, the first thing I saw was a mesmerizing pair of eyes gazing back at me intimidatingly, Long eyelashes, A pointed nose that looked like a decoration on his beautiful face with a slightly grown beard and hissy hair. Holy christ did he just walk out of a painting, I chewed my bottom lip and asked. "Are you an angel of death?"

I saw the other werewolves running around, trying to restrain him, but he was flailing around like a mad beast. I stood up and threw a fireball at him, hoping it would make him fall to the ground and shock him, but instead, it pissed him off even more. "AUURRGH!" he made the ugliest sound I've ever heard. It almost broke my eardrums, and I wanted to die. "Holy shit, he is out of control!" Theo screamed somewhere near. I didn't have time to look at others, so I focused only on Ambrose.