Novel & Cerita Angel Alastor Au

Amante POV Lined up in front of me were the captured remnants of the traitor, Maziar Brennan. Alpha Mayor and Allyssa had finished gotten rid of all the bombs scattered around the territory. The huge amount of it all was enough to annihilate all werewolves, my group and his all the same, and change the landscape of Verte Monde as ell as the entire Antarctica.

“This body of yours is new. Untouched. This time, I can claim you without that buffoon Bellinor.” “I will tear you to shreds, you vile shit-stain!” Angela roared. “Still the foul mouth,” he taunted. “Very much like Adorus. I should have seen the connection sooner.” “Oh, I'm going to enjoy annihilating you,” she hissed, taking a step forward. “We can't risk close combat, Ange,” Alinta warned, her voice quivering despite her resolve. “Remember the stories… this is Draven. The very wolf who deceived Raguel. He’s the devil made in flesh. His words are poison. We must be careful.”

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

“I noticed earlier that your Guardian aura is much stronger than it used to be. Did you by chance try to use it on this prince or any of the other vampires?” Angel shakes her head, no. “I was only 16 when they took me and after that, Alessia grew weaker and weaker until she was only with me when I was in dire need of healing.” “Father, should I make a note to research the auras of the Guardians?” Aolis asks Ailduin. He looks at Angel again, deep in thought before turning to Clint. “Can you push your aura out?” He asks him. Clint does and I feel it, but it is nothing compared to Alessia’s.

“Not so fast.” We look up and see Alastor in his human form. He has a malicious grin as I see his eyes turn red. He is going to cook us alive. As he prepares to throw a fireball at us he is struck in the shoulder with an ice spear. He growls and glares at Maliyah. “Wait your turn my dear niece.”

Chester screams in anger. "I thought you knew I was a hybrid?" Ansiel asks. "I thought you were a werewolf vampire hybrid. Not a freaking angel." Ansiel chuckles. "You need to do your homework better. You know who my mother is?" Ansiel walks closer. Chester tries to retreat as fast as he could but to no avail. "My mother is the daughter of the moon goddess." Chester's eyes go wide while his face pales.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

Nicklaus finally stopped whatever he was doing and wiped his hands clean… “On the night of the blood moon the demon Lord shall rise and a great sacrifice shall be made to defeat the demons and seal them away for good… the heart of the pure will be used to seal the demons away and your curse shall be broken forever… “ Nicklaus Chuckled coldly as his eyes brined with anger… “ Did they send you here to tell me that?” “You shall make the ultimate sacrifice to not only send the demons back to Tartarus but to also break your century long suffering..” Celeste calmly spoke unafraid of the beast… Nicklaus is a known tyranny and the craziest Alpha of his time… “ How dare you!” Nicklaus roared angrily

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

"I am honored you chose my altar. Every runaway pair deserves a sacred moment under the neon moon." "Yeah, and to hell with the laws of the High Council," I mutter. He wags a clawed finger at me. "There is no cursing at this altar, High Alpha. We run a wholesome sanctuary." The fake bard peers into my glassy eyes for a split second, his brow arching. "Great Spirits, what kind of root did you snort tonight? Your pupils are wider than a blood-moon. You are flying high, aren't you?"