Alastor X Angel Novels & Stories

Ahlum said, regaining her posture, going back to join Sir Zuka and others while all of them turned to Katastrofi again, prepared for his next attack. “You shall regret your actions now.” Snarling, he tapped his scythe again and called upon another dimension to the real world, much harder and darker than the one they had faced till now. “Requiem Of Blood.” Upon casting this spell, the night grew darker with crimson shades, horrifying everyone when the scarlet clouds began to emerge as from them Angels of death emerged. In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze.

says dad. Alastor shifts into his dragon form and strikes at our father causing him fly across the room, hitting the wall. He then attacks our mother by stabbing her in the heart with his claw, killing her and absorbing her power. “Celestia!” My father transforms and shoots lightning at my brother. Alastor redirects the lightning and charges at our father. There are all sorts of elements being shot around the room. I instinctively duck as fire flies over my head. My brother is doing a lot of damage to our father.

"If you close your eyes now and sleep, I will reply to all your questions tomorrow." Angel was disappointed by the words of her dad. She turned to Scarlet's side. "Mama, please do not go anywhere leaving me. Take me with you even if you have to fight Acnologia. I will be your hero in the absence of dad to protect you."(Acnologia is one of the first Dragon Slayers. He was a man consumed by his own power and became the very bloodthirsty monster) Both Ace and Scarlet laughed together at the words of Angel. "Sure princess, I will ask your help next time if I get to a problem." Scarlet said and Angel brought her little arm around Scarlet's shoulder hugging her.

I mustn't make him angry because I still don't have anywhere to go. " I apologise but I'm uncomfortable around you, Mr Alberto," I replied. " Is that so? Follow me Eva," saying that he walks out. I looked at my twins who have now woken up. Their bright eyes and smiles gave me strength to endure the coldness of Alberto. I followed Alberto upstairs, into his office where his assistant manager Lucifer was standing. I side glanced at Lucifer, he was indeed a handsome and ruthless, cold hearted vampire. His eyes looked down at me with disgust and hatred but he immediately changed his rigid expressions and smiled at me.

Just listening to him speak, it's obvious why the haters have labeled Alastaire a snob, while the fans consider him “the charming one” Even though all the boys met at a prestigious boarding school, Alastaire still sticks out – his accent and way of speaking make him sound like some kind of romantic aristocrat. An aristocrat who happens to have the palest blue eyes, an unusually beautiful face and a halo of burnished gold hair that literally makes him look like an angel from an old painting (hence his nickname – "The Angel".) He's really taken the whole angel thing on board, and started playing with a pure white electric guitar, embellished with two silver angel wings on the scratch-plate. It

I didn't even know if he was serenading me at that time or offering my soul to darkness. Wait. My forehead creased as a realization hit my mind that I'm not actually that sure if his wife was dead, or if the girl on the painting was really his wife to begin with, since Alastor shooed me away. Besides, Leaflet wasn't answering my question about it either. He'd just run away from me whenever he had the chance and hid at Damon's back. And of course, I still couldn't understand what he's saying and Alastor is strict and a freaking snobber. He did not even bother to talk to me again, which ended up with me realizing that I gotta discover things on my own.

the truth was that I couldn't read into his actions. . He was more like the devil in disguise, wearing an elegant suit, while Sinclair is the handsome, devious demon you know is evil, but cannot stop falling for. They were all dangerous for me not to forget the literal demon who was named Angel Talking about Angel, a soft purr rang from the door. Angel sat at the doorway staring at us. Alaric glanced over with a tired expression while I was too scared to even face her. "You should not be here." He said. She meowed pitifully and then strode towards Alaric with sparkling eyes. Her gaze fell on me, she hissed sharply before ignoring my existence, which in this situation was a good thing...

she cursed loudly and started to run. Right on her cue, the Eidolon Demons disguised as a person, jump out to follow her. Demons are fast, but Angels are faster. Thing is, Demons are also reckless, while Angels are more careful. Only if she was familiar with the place, she thought. Azrael leaps through the mazelike streets of stalls of vegetables, fruits, spices, and clothing cautiously not to damage their livelihood and to have any casualties.

Soon, they would expel me from the territory. As I stood watching the twins sleep, the door suddenly creaked open. I turned quickly and my eyes widened slightly at the unfamiliar presence that entered. Beside him stood Alpha Zarkus, his face expressionless, his eyes fixed coldly on me. But my focus turned to the strange man at his side. He wore a long, black hooded cloak, and in his hand was a wooden staff topped with a round, black crystal. His presence exuded ominously. “Angelicca,” Alpha Zarkus spoke. “I know that even if I banish you, you’ll find a way to return... to take back my sons. So I’ve prepared this, to make sure that never happens. This is my final punishment for you.”