Novel & Cerita Angel Alastor Au

I ask. “It’s my job to bring Amon, here fresh blood,” she says, smiling wickedly at me. “You did good, Alejandra. Her screams will be a symphony to my ears,” Amon says. I now understand why Archangelus Michael kept silent. This demon got off on his victim’s screams. Which means, he planned on torturing me. Fear gripped me. I already knew what his torture sessions were like. I had already been through five of them.

“The Northern and Southern aisles have been overthrown by the priest and Flint.” “Flint? Who is Flint?” Tom asked in curiosity. “He’s the current alpha of the East wing,” Coleen replied. “Is he the changer in the East wing?” Tom asked quickly to piece the puzzle he had going in his head together. “Yes, boss.” Lyono nodded. “So he’s a changer?” Tom asked again in surprise. “Yes, boss.” Lyono nodded again. “Shit!” Tom exclaimed in disappointment. “What’s going on, Tom?” Raul asked in curiosity. “Do you know him?’

"Didn't you see what happened back there? The witches betrayed him too just like my vision said they would." "What does your fucking vision say about Alana's whereabout, huh?" I screamed, releasing all the anger that was being pent up inside of me. "Where does your fucking vision say Alana's whereabouts is, Aloha Grayson?" Alpha Grayson stared at me for some seconds before saying, "I haven't seen anything concerning her... yet." "Of course, you fucking haven't," I screamed in anger. "Because they are all fucking lies. Your visions are not true and can never be fucking true."

The time for the full moon ritual was drawing near, and Dante's focus was unyielding. Isabella, known as the Enchantress, exuded an aura of mystique. Her eyes glimmered with an otherworldly light as she chanted ancient incantations, weaving intricate spells that danced around the room. The air shimmered with illusions, distorting the perception of reality and ensnaring the senses. Alistair, the Elemental, stood tall and composed, his presence radiating an elemental force. He harnessed the power of fire, water, earth, and air, each element at his command. Flames flickered at his fingertips, water swirled around him, the earth beneath his feet trembled, and gusts of wind swirled around the cha

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

And even more-so, to have the town’s Alpha take mercy on me. Alpha Matteo is the leader of the Crimson Storm pack; he’s the one who rules over this little town and I am fortunate enough to call him and his Luna friends of mine. I would have been completely lost without their kindness and I am thankful to the Goddess every day for placing me in the right town.

“You have two choices. Be my guest… or be my slave.” Her heart twisted. Her lips curled into a scowl. “Your slave? Are you demented?” His grin was slow, sharp, and wicked. “No, Butterfly. I’m your Alpha.”

A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts, I can hear Aaron blowing, his breathing irregular and worry swirls around him. Opening the door, I find a sweat-filled Beta standing in front of me. “Sir, we have a problem… tw.” “What is it?” “Annabella and Alonso were found unconscious in their room. And Starry night, their Alpha called. They were attacked. By witches.” “And Alonso and Annabella?” “The pack doctor said they both fell into a coma… and he’s unsure as to when they would wake up.” “Alonso would awake first. And tell Alpha Troy his message was received.”

But the answer was obvious to Alastor and sounded like a refusal. There are things that July does not know that since Alastor first became an agent named N, met her in the bridal waiting room. Or even when they are in a hotel room, that the man was actually hooked on her. Maybe Alastor has gone crazy for falling in love with the rough, brutal July who cursed in his presence on the wedding day at their first meeting. July was the only woman who made a strong impression on Alastor, swearing harsh words by wearing a magnificent, elegant, luxurious wedding dress that was supposed to exude an aura of dazzling beauty. Whether or not Alastor was attracted to July is a mystery.