Alastor X Angel Dust Fanart Novels & Stories

Brayden I scrunch my eyes when Aliya jumps up and shrieks. I look at the others and they are all grabbing their heads. I do smirk at that. It serves them right for staying up late and drinking. I think that we are now all deaf. I watch as my angel hugs her cousin. Havok growls in my head but I remind him that they are family. I am a little surprised at Dreston. He is definitely not what I was expecting. He is the same height as me but his long bright red hair with purple streaks reaches his waist. He has eyes the colour of liquid gold and he is not pale like I thought a fae would be. I know from what Luke has told me that angels can have any skin colour. He reminds me of Kendrick

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Her face had just been used as a hole to ram thick disgusting meat in and out of it until she was finally forced to either swallow or be sprayed by their white smelly goo. “Take it off and see how it looks,” Alastor said, making her look up at him with her curious brown eyes. The look, her faltering nervous touch and the aura of innocence that she radiated almost made Alastor want to skip this part and take her instead but he persevered and stood still feeling his cock be freed from its encasement.

A chill raced down his spine. The soft sunlight slipped through a half-closed window, catching the cold gleam of the man they called Italy’s nightmare—Alastor Merikh Drystan. The Sovereign. The number one killer. Only thirty, yet feared like a god. At twelve, he was already drawn to business—and blood. Passion lived in both. Drenched in shadows, Drystan reclined on a chair, legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curled upward, but his eyes stayed fixed elsewhere—burning with calm, deadly intent.

I'll make it up to you when I get back. I stared at the messages on the screen, then tapped into a livestream pushed to my feed. In the livestream, Cameron was accompanying Lucy as she picked out a dress for a charity gala. His eyes followed her every move. I didn't reply. Instead, I quietly deleted every trace of him from my contacts. One final buzz came through. It was a confirmation text. [Your ID cancellation was successful.] Suddenly, chaos broke into the livestream. Cameron's assistant, Brendan Cole, burst into the frame, gasping for breath, his face pale as ash. He held a document tightly in his hands as he ran up to Cameron.

I Alex POV My angel looked like sin itself — wrecked, gaping, her pussy lips red and swollen, clit engorged and twitching, leaking my cum down her thighs in glossy streams. The sight of her used hole spasming, creamy with our release, nearly broke me. I wanted to shove back in, plug her full until nothing could leak out. But then I noticed — she’d drifted to sleep, yet her fingers still wandered between her legs. Even asleep, she scooped up the mess and pushed it back inside, moaning my name. “Fuck,” I muttered, cock stiffening all over again at the sight. My angel was insatiable, my perfect little slut. What good deed had I done to deserve this Luna — my love, my mate, my fucktoy, all in on

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.

Dustin looks at me before turning back to Angel. “Angel. It fits. I’m Dustin, obviously.” She nods her head at him. He goes to put the tray down on her lap. Oh, hell no! He’s not getting anywhere near my mate when she’s not wearing anything under that blanket. My growl stops him short, and I grab the tray from him. "Clothes Dustin, and another tray for me.” “Yes Alpha.” He says before leaving. I turn back to my little mate, and damn is she small. I’m seriously hoping the Moon Goddess didn’t make a mistake choosing her for me. How can this little girl be my mate? Although, she has survived being a vampire’s blood bag, so she’s got resilience.

he tells us, his gaze venturing from Greece to me, as well as back. I throw myself all the way in to lock him in with a big hug, and at the same time, my brain finishes handling what's happened, consequently posing a solitary investigation: how on earth has Angel , an alpha werewolf, recently experienced an assault ? asthma when the werewolf quality should have restored him from that infection from the time he

He had beaten the guy he saw with her to a pulp before leaving her. She kept calling to convince Damien that her actions were under the influence of alcohol. Damien didn’t believe it at first. This incited several arguments between them, one of which led to the incident with Rebecca.