Alastor X Angel Novels & Stories

She missed his touch, his kisses and all the sinful things that he does to her. “You know what they do to fallen Angels?” Xavier asked, pressing his dick firmly on her arse so that she could be aware of what she was doing to him. “Show me!” Angelina responded, sucking on his thump that was in her mouth and bit it teasingly. “They get punished for misbehaving. And that's what I’m going to do to you today. I’m going to punish you all night long…” He bit on her neck and sucked on it. Angelina let out a whimper.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

His eyes suddenly opened to the now dark ceiling above them. Mouth gasped for oxygen. His brain fired a flare. Sanity coming back. “Stop.” And to his shock—the bastard did. The air stilled. Heavy. Wet. Flammable. Then— “J-just… don't leave any marks on my neck please,” Angel begged, voice was hoarse. ‘Nope. Sanity has not returned yet, you idiot,’ he scolded himself. Another beat passed. “Really?” the devil-like bastard asked with a sigh of relief.

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"

Her stare turned into glares and she put on a sick smile on her face. "Oh look who's here! My lovely cousin!" she exclaimed, sarcasm dripping in each and every words she said. Ace turned to look at me and his eyes widened when he realized that I, Angel, was standing in front of him. "I'm so pleased to see you again" she said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. "The feeling is mutual, Satan" I replied coolly and stood straight making my way to the balcony, next to Ace. My cheeks reddened when i realized that Ace was checking my dress. His eyes raked over my body shamelessly and he smirked.

In that moment Ally felt like an object. A blinding light appeared and as the light died she could make out a figure. It was a massive and winged. A pair of human feet walked over the glass towards them and seemed to leave the owner unaffected. Ally instinctively put the little boy behind her and began walking away from what was now two men. A demon and a black winged angel. “It was me, Gabriel. Leader of the army of heaven.” His voice boomed. She had never seen two better looking men in the same room.

He knew what his angel needed, and Azazel delivered. With one swift movement, Azazel thrust three more fingers at once, deeper, the angel's walls clenching around him fiercely, making him gasp in surprise and pleasurable pain. His angel's hands grabbed onto his shoulders desperately, Azrael's hips pumping faster and harder, arching upward against his hand. Azazel gripped his angel's hips tighter, bringing him even harder and deeper down his fingers. The angel grunted as his orgasm hit him like a freight train, his whole body shaking violently. He screamed in frustration and pleasure, sweat dripping off his brow, his breath labored, his body shaking from the intense release. Azazel watched in

I was looking for him, but I was not the only one. A presence shifted behind me. I did not turn immediately. There was no need. “You think too loudly,” a familiar voice said. I exhaled slowly. “You always appear where you are not welcome.” Alastor stepped into view with his usual calm, the kind that came from knowing most people could not touch him even if they tried. Apostle of Ra. Exiled on paper, tolerated in practice. “That is an interesting complaint,” he replied. “Coming from a man who treats contracts like loose guidelines.”

I tense as Angel disentangles herself from me and steps up to her impostor. “I am the Luna, the Beast, the Queen of the Dead, and most importantly – I. Am. Leo’s. Mate.” She seethes in the bitch’s face before unsheathing her sword and cutting off her head with one swift move. What the hell? “Was she bad?” Hunter asks from the porch. He saw that! “She was trying to steal your daddy, baby. Grey, can you take care of it, please?” Angel is not at all concerned about him seeing her decapitating someone.