Angel Alastor Au Novels & Stories

I heard Deucalion’s voice ask from behind me. Just as I turned to answer him, all the torches, candle stands, and chandeliers in the hall went out leaving us in total darkness. I tried to navigate my way around the darkness for a few seconds but before I could make it to Valerian, I felt someone seize me by the neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Illyria!!”

"The Phantom has been working in the shadows for years, slowly building an army of loyal followers. They’ve been infiltrating packs, sowing discord, and eliminating those who oppose their vision. Their ultimate goal is to create a new order where they rule over all packs with an iron fist." Sylvester's jaw tightened. "Why should we trust you? How do we know you're not part of their plan?" Alaric met his gaze without flinching. "I was once a part of their organization," he admitted. "But I left when I saw the true extent of their ambitions. I couldn't stand by and watch them destroy everything we hold dear. I have information that can help you, but you have to act quickly. The Phantom is plan

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

Every time I pause, even for a second, he makes a small, distressed sound until I resume. "I love you," I whisper against his temple. "So much it hurts." A faint smile touches his blood-stained lips. "Love you... more, Angel. Always." He drifts in and out of consciousness after that, never fully asleep but never fully awake either. Finn's words echo louder in my head now. Azren is getting worse by the hour. The blood coughing is new and terrifying. And tonight... tonight the Werewolf Corps wants him at that meeting. I can't let that happen.

He looked so weak that I wasn’t sure he could even cast the spell necessary to save Elarian and the baby. “Fine, I’ll set you free, but first, there’s something you have to do for me,” I said. He slowly lifted his head, struggling to meet my eyes. His chest heaved with each breath, and just when I thought he might refuse, a thin smile crept onto his lips, and a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. “So…the almighty Alpha Aeros, persecutor of dark magic, finally needs it,” he said with a mocking tone. I frowned. “How are you so sure I need it?”

“April Foster. That’s General Alastor.” I squint my eyes at Scott before forcing back up a kind expression for the lycan. “It’s actually April Angel,” I correct the stupid Alpha, offering a hand for the general to take. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, General Alastor.” “How fitting,” the general comments, a huge grin appearing on his stoic face. “The pleasure is all mine, Dr. Angel.” He takes my hand, shaking it, and I am surprised at how gentle the handshake feels because I was rather expecting him to crush my fingers in a tight grip. His hand is huge compared to mine, and I have to actively keep myself from shuddering as his deep voice vibrates along my nerves through our connection.

Alastor replied dismissively. “What’s it for?” Ashton pressed. “That’s none of your business,” Alastor shot back, his demeanor shifting to one of irritation. He has to be an alpha since he confidently spoke to Ashton that way, and Ashton appeared to be wary around him. After a moment, Ashton asked out of the blue, “Are you responsible for the note?” “What note?” Alastor asked, puzzled. Either he doesn't know, or he is such a good actor. But we certainly can't tell that yet.

he asked, trying to conceal the uncertainty in his voice. “No. You haven’t. Angeline is alive! The little mvtt refused to die one more time. She has the Goddess’ protection. Once again, that disgusting wh.ore of a Goddess intervened, and I couldn’t get rid of the little b!tch, so he will be the one to die. Have you found him, Alpha Blake?” I asked, my patience growing short. Cooperating with these Alphas brought me many problems and little results. First, Gabriel, Kane, and the other Alphas failed me – and now this idiot was following in their pawsteps. I wish I could execute my plans without having to count on these corrupt Alphas' assistance. “I have an idea of who he can be,” Blake replie

His voice was colder now. “I know exactly what I am. And for the record. He is MINE. MI ALFA, Luicifer is mine. mine. mine. ” Allistair spoke harshly. Lucifer went beside him and looked at him lovingly as his entities clamored of how hot their mate is. “Fuck, Amor Meus. I want to fuck you right now. You look so hot and sexy claiming me as yours.” Allistair looked back at him and smiled lovingly as he nuzzled him.

He always overreacted. Sometimes, Cain doesn’t see him as an angel. Of course, he keeps it to himself. Angel supposed to be calm and full of self-control. But, Alesiter is one of a kind. He is so emotional when it comes to Cain. Maybe it’s because he owes his mother. But, Cain very much likes it if he stops overreacting at every little thing and just lets him takes care of himself. “I was caught harvesting a soul by Altarria.” He says. Aleister turn to stone and his face becomes pale.