Alastor X Angel Novels & Stories

Her red hair was growing pale and dull – almost as grey as her skin. “Beta Roger, who is this girl?” “It’s ironic that her name is Angel when that Demon-hybrid showed her to her doom. Now she will be an angel of Hell or not even that. As you know, the souls of those who die consumed by dark magic are forever lost. She won’t ever make it to heaven or hell,” he said casually, his eyes still fixed on his phone. So that was what Elijah was: a Demon-hybrid. Yet our Alpha did his bidding. How I wish I was brave enough to take my family and leave this pack. Except it wasn’t that easy, and I was too tired.

Angel's voice dripped with disdain as she gestured towards the chaos below. " You're sick, Angel! Let Ava go! " Alex's words were laced with anger, his fists clenched in frustration. Angel chuckled darkly, " Oh, but Alex, you know it's not that simple. She's part of my plan, just like you are " Without warning, Angel lunged at Alex, their struggle intensifying on the rooftop. Meanwhile, Black, positioned strategically, assessed the situation, preparing to cover Alex's escape with Ava. In a swift move, Alex managed to disarm Angel, but the standoff was brief. Angel's cunning was matched only by her unpredictability. With a desperate push, Alex managed to disengage and make a daring leap onto

he continued. “Or heaven must have really messed up with me, Dad,” I murmured in annoyance, but he only smirked at me. “Can angels have babies?” Olivia sat upright as she asked, looking at Elenita, but when she ignored her, she pressed her forehead again on the car window. “Oh! There’s Angela!” She raised her hand, pointing her finger at the two young women and a man getting into a convenience store. I had not caught a glimpse of their faces, but I had enough of her. This is the last time I will look for Angela. And after today, I will forget about her… wishing I could really forget her.

Angelo cried in terror until he vanished along the swirling motion. The demons who possess strong spatial magic took Angelo. Despite the powerful spell surrounding the southern walls, demons can still cast a spell. ***** I fluttered my eyes open and clenched my fist. “Angelo, wait for me. I’ll rescue you no matter what.” I mumbled. Yael, I know what you are planning. “Alice, did you locate him?” Willow asked. “Yes. The demons got him.” I said. “What?!” Sabrina and the others reacted.

The smoke from the sacrifice did not dissipate. Instead, it solidified into figures of surgical white and shadows of absolute black that lurked from the sanctuary’s rafters. Astaroth recognized them instantly: the Angels of Death, their void-scythes ready to claim Dorian’s body, and the “Executioners of Light”, faceless beings sent to tear Uriel from Carter’s form for permitting a romantic aberration on mortal soil. Astaroth let out a dry laugh, but Griselda, staggering, spat the words at him with urgency:

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

The realization settled over me like a shroud. “Who?” I demanded. “Who would—” “I don’t know.” Daniel cut me off, and for once there was no mockery in his voice. “But I intend to find out. And when I do, I’m going to make them wish they’d never been born. We have to get her,” For a single, horrifying moment, we were on the same side. Two monsters, united by the only thing that mattered. Angel. “Show me the coordinates,” I said. Daniel smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Angela slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me you murderer" Angela shouted at him. "Be gentle with me baby girl. Otherwise, your friends have to bear the punishment" He said making her shock. "You are a beast" Angela whispered and got unconscious. "I am more than you can imagine, baby girl" Xavier whispered then picked her up and left the cell because his angel doesn't belong here. But a thing is nagging him, that will be able to protect this angel? Will he be able to save from his enemy.

With the child in his arms, guarded in a freezing spell, Callisto waged the first war against God and with all the anger he possessed in his chest - he decided he would make him suffer as much as Lucifer was suffering. That would make him suffer as much as his beloved had suffered before she died. Azrael - one of the numerous angels who followed Lucifer -, fell at the feet of Callisto and his state (similar to that of Lucifer), pitied the king. Angels were thrown into hell for their crimes and the meaning of their sin was clear in their appearance. Scary and deformed appearance for those who went against the will of God. Burnt eyes for those who turned their back on their father.

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.