Alastor As An Angel Novels & Stories

Or is it related to the complete collapse of the gnome ruins? “H-Angel lord! Even you know that such a being cannot exist in the Styr kingdom, not only is he an angel but a saint which you basta-angels have wanted for a while! How will the angels feel if such an atrocity roamed this Styr freely?” Tempest shrewdly stated. They had been placed in a group along with the lord of Babel who faced hell from him for the stupid thing he had done, mentioning that bastard’s name. Hezekiah’s pale brows furrowed silently, looking towards the seething male who had the lasciviously dressed babel lord toddling behind him, he asked,

“That’s understandable, and honestly, I am not surprised. Closed your eyes and focused on the sounds around you. What do you hear?” “I hear birds on the roof….” Angelica listened as they squawked at each other. “ok, pull back a little focus more to the location you're trying to hear.” Devon instructed as he listened with her. “I can hear them….” ******** “I need your help with something,” Astra said as they stood before the map. “We found Aleister's location, but the tomb he's being held in has a blood seal.” “They must want to keep him there,” Adric said as he looked at the map. “Gramps has always been chummy with this warlock Azrael.”

Not even a single living could be spotted but the thing that still kept me together was the scent of Isabelle my Lycan could trace. It trailed out of the corridor as if she had just walked past here, but amidst the heavenly scent of her, there was a Lycan's smell too...it was easy to confirm that it could be none other than Alistair. So that demon was taking my angel somewhere else... A growl slipped past my lips at the thought and before I even knew I was following the smell using my full speed to reach the doorway faster. I had to save her, this was the chance I couldn't miss.

“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.

It’s brutal. We fly on. From the light, three figures emerge. I don’t need introductions. I know who they are. Azazel—Lucifer’s second-in-command, and chief torturer. They’re in a female form today, with a whip in one hand and a tail that moves like a weapon. Ramiel—a fallen Watcher angel, one of the first to defy the Godhead. Banished, bitter, and now one of Lucifer’s most faithful. Dagon—a former god of the Philistines. Defeated by the Godhead himself, thrown into Hell, and now reborn through Lucifer’s vengeance.

I asked when her hand tightened around mine. She nodded her head, and I immediately willed our bodies to be sucked into limbo, landing on the foot of Alastor’s massive bed. Four females were around him, each of them sucking a part of his body. Alastor pushed the female nearest to him, and the other scampered away, hissing at the disturbance, while the demon prince’s eyes were blazing with fire as he looked at me. "[Who gave you the right to enter this tower?]" He snarled, his demon fangs erupting from his gums.

Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death. When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

There is no escape. He opens the door and when I see he's shirtless, my breath catches. - You know, I don't know how you can have the name of an angel when you're a demon- he whispers dangerously, getting closer and closer to me until he cornered me against the wall. He puts his two arms on either side of my body, and he looks me straight in the eyes, intimidating and explosive, like a time bomb. - You have the name of a demon, Azael- My breathing accelerates at dizzying speed due to the proximity of our lips.