Angel Alastor Au Novels & Stories

I sprayed so much perfume around before I opened the door that I doubt she could even make out mine in there. "Uh huh, apparently Alpha Eligor is furious. He's punishing the night patrol by making them figure out how the Rogues got past them before they're allowed to end their shift. Even if it takes days or weeks, they're not allowed to leave until they know." Ana carries on excitedly. "He says they're lucky Abaddon was out with a girl for most of the night, if he'd been in a deep sleep when the rogues got there, he may have been killed."

He asked, glaring at me, and I smiled, my smile both cold and sarcastic as I fought back punching the man in the face. “The same fucking game that you are putting me through, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.” I said, keeping my eyes on his. “You seem to forget that I am not the human that you want to toy around with before throwing aside, and I am not the Luna that is fighting for your attention. You and your fucking attention can rot in hell, as for your Lycan…” “I did not send Alaric to you, Valerie.” He said, and I scoffed.

" He typed. I glared at the sentence, reading every word with pure distaste. 'Who are you? God? Lucifer? Go rear ducks or shit fucking lullabies, stronzo. You're not even a man equaled to L'Angelo.' I scoffed, wishing there was a way I'd record it and let him hear it. "Oh, pardon me sweetie.... where are my manners.' He typed again. 'They call me L'Angelo Della Morte E Del Terrore.'

"I want to know where you will be staying because I’m not sure I want you back in our house alone." "I can protect myself." She chuckled. "With humans, yes. But not with demons. I’m afraid Alastor might come after you." I told her. "Alastor? Who is that?" Althea’s forehead creased as her gaze shifted between me and Lucy. "Arturos’ heir. Nyneve’s brother. He was, of course, not in agreement with Lucius taking Athwart. He can be as sneaky as Nyneve, and the last thing I want is for him to find out about you."

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

I couldn't take it anymore, and in frustration, I yelled at him, "We're together, Deangelo! Even though it’s secretly, can you just let me tell you everything you need to know?" I felt my heart sink as Deangelo laughed in my face, his eyes cold and distant. I had never seen him like this, so distant and so unlike himself. I tried to approach him again, to comfort him, but he grabbed my arm again and I was confused and hurt. I knew he was in pain, but my heart still just could not stomach it. As I stood there, looking at him, I could see the dangerous glint in his eyes. I knew that he was still recovering, but there was something different about him now. He seemed more Alpha, more in control,

Arrow growls from the side of me. “No, not a chance is she going to the underworld, and definitely not without one of us” Arrow snaps. Ares looks between my father and I, before sighing and pulling me onto his lap. He tilts my chin so I am looking at him. “Angel, what do you want to do?” I blink twice, wondering what kind of fucking twilight zone where my mates have swapped personality and my father basically wants to take me to hell to meet the high fucking priestess of all people.

“The moon may waned and waxed countless times, we must remain Alphas with fierce spirits and powerful instincts for the sake of our pack while still being touched by the beauty of the world while remaining steadfast in our duties to protect and lead.” “Speaking of being touched by beauty,” Alain jerked his chin to the moaning Razel who’s shoving his cock on the mouth of the Healer while Apollo thrust her from behind. “Why don’t you bring me one of your Slave to be fucked?” “And see how they’re doing?” Ansel only gives him a wry grin. Alain returned his smile. “And see if she will yield.”

she finally looked him in the eyes. There is vulnerability there, sadness and confusion. "Who?" it doesn't matter. Even though love is not a sin, emotions are not a part of an Angel. They should stay neutral. Her sin is that she loved a demon. "Azzazal" his eyes widened. They can't be together. Azzazal is the next lord of the Underworld and she is now a human. Even she must know that. Althea is pure, innocent to this world, but she is not stupid.