Alastor Angry Novels & Stories

he muttered. “My fault?” I stared at him. “I didn’t invite psycho forest wolves to attack!” His eyes flashed — and for the first time, I saw something other than coldness. Concern. For half a second. Then it vanished. “They’re drawn to you,” he said quietly. A chill slid down my spine. “What does that mean?” Before he could answer, a massive gray wolf burst from the trees. It lunged. The Alpha shifted instantly. One second he was a man.

he roared at me, driving so fast that I almost wet my underwear from fear when I felt the air when he went past me. As soon as I heard the sound fading in the street, I opened one eye, peeking to see if he was gone already. I screamed again, but this time I was expressing my anger toward the driver, who was handsome on the outside but a monster on the inside. “Then I’ll wait for you in hell!” I yelled and cried as I started picking up the potato on the street. “Angela?” I hear a gentle tone calling my name, a voice that makes my heart flutter whenever I see the owner of the voice. Dylan was standing, looking curiously at me, when I turned around.

He hissed in a heavy accent in English. His angry brain was barely able to think clearly. Without realizing that it is difficult to talk with a compressed windpipe, he growled at the man when the man only answered with a gasp and intensified his efforts to get free. Rough hands tugged at Azraels, yet they didn't move an inch. His face came even closer to that of man: "Is she sending you? YOU ? "

Alastor growled impatiently. "Only a kiss. Do not touch me." My heart was bleeding. Marcel, please forgive me. Lisa began to sing. Her voice was melodious. The lyrics was gripping at my heart, tugging at my soul. She was asking me to hold on. But I leaned in. And I kissed Alastor's lips. He groaned, grabbing my waist. "You taste so freaking good, baby. I can't wait to fuck you." I was disgusted, but I didn't let it show.

- You always play with us. Klaus looks at the three little ones with disdain. - I will never play with babies ever again. I'm a man. I have real friends now. - Klaus? - Angel says with tears in his eyes. – are you angry with me? - I'm not angry. I'm just not going to play with you anymore. If you insist, I'll hit you. You're nothing but a chubby baby. I bet you still wet the bed. - I'm not a baby, and I don't wet my bed – replies Angel with his hands on his hips.

He scoffs, his eyes flashing a deep black. My chest tightens when I see the anger in his eyes. An angry Lycan means a destructive Lycan. They have a hard time controlling their dominant qualities when they are enraged. “ You conveniently forgot about it when you were rubbing your pussy on my cock and mewling in my mouth like a fucking slut. ” He hisses through his clenched teeth. My heart sinks once more. “ I told you before, don’t talk to me like this, Aleister. Your witches might like it, but I don’t. ”