Alastor As An Angel Novels & Stories

“She didn’t know what she was doing. She isn’t to blame.” “Jasmine Peters healed two souls that belonged to The Almighty already. One of them has already been converted. We cannot let this continue, she is a threat to the natural order of things.” One of them replied. Gabriel’s mouth twitched. “Then you leave me no choice.” His fist glowed and the three tilted their heads in amusement. They were far more powerful than Gabriel, a lot taller, damn near giants. They were among the first batch of Angels The Almighty created alongside Lucifer. They were on his level, but Gabriel was clearly out of his league.

This time he had covered my nose and mouth, trying to cut off my breathing, and he'd whispered that I would never escape him. It had felt so real. My husband's beautiful blue eyes darken. "You saw Haden again, didn't you? What did he say?" I stare at him for a moment, uneasy. What if he decides to go after Haden? What if he's not prepared at all? Haden isn't just a monster. He's the devil. But, Azren— I'm not sure who's the greater evil. Something tells me that I've been underestimating him. Azren cocks his head, blinking. "Angel?"

He exclaimed with a hiss. "He's sorry, please excuse us," Jaxon quickly apologized dragging Alex away. "What the fúck is wrong with you Alex, that man looked dangerous. Watch where you're going next time and stop being clumsy all the time." Alex was not paying to anything that was being said whatsoever, he was still thinking about the beauty he just saw. "I-i saw an angel, a masked angel." He mumbled under his breath after being silent for a long time. "What are you talking about? What angel?" Jaxon asked.

Was this a mistake? Ash pushed the thoughts away and continued through the large gate, taking hold of the cold, metal bars. A rush of heat flushed his face as he passed the threshold, revealing the expansive, apocalyptic skies of Hell. Buildings on the outskirts of the castle were worn and bricks blew away to dust. It was clear no souls had lived in these houses for centuries. The earth had taken back many of the building left standing, dark vines split concrete siding. Ashton's hair stood on end at every creak as he pushed forward, soon reaching the inner workings of the town. Despite a few side glances from passing demons, he wasn't given any trouble. The angel passed by small colorful sho

Arrow growls from the side of me. “No, not a chance is she going to the underworld, and definitely not without one of us” Arrow snaps. Ares looks between my father and I, before sighing and pulling me onto his lap. He tilts my chin so I am looking at him. “Angel, what do you want to do?” I blink twice, wondering what kind of fucking twilight zone where my mates have swapped personality and my father basically wants to take me to hell to meet the high fucking priestess of all people.

“All the supernatural world knows it— I know it— how come you don't know? I swear, I can tell you where he is—" Rage flared suddenly in Zane’s icy eyes. "By the Angel, everyone we capture—the lots of you assholes, always claim you know where the so-called bastard is. Everyone knows where he is. The fool is in hell. And you—" Zane turned the knife in his grasp, pointing the blade towards the boy's heart, the edge sparkled like a line of fire. "You will join him there."

Layon suggested blankly, as though he was only just beginning to pick up on her trail of thought. "Yeah, and Chris had to have had help from the fairy court to gain entrance into Italy so…" "So he and Reebah are most likely at the fairy court!" Layon exclaimed, and Angel was surprised when he grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her in close to kiss her forehead before he added, "Angel, you are brilliant." "Isn't that why you brought me along?" Angel chuckled, unable to stop herself from being amused by his response. Yet him kissing her on the head also reminded her of the time they'd spent together beneath the willow tree,

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

The last time he was here was when we picked up Fabian’s body, but even then, he was just civil with me. “He’s just swamped with things to do.” “You don’t need to cover for him. He’s a demon. Anger rules them. I was lucky he wasn’t punishing me for it. But I want to tell you that I didn’t protect Alastor. Not intentionally.” “Are you telling me Alastor is also meant for you?” I shook my head. “Witches don’t have fated mates.” “As well as demons, Althea. So it’s impossible that he is mated to you.”