Angel Dust And Alastor Novels & Stories

A deep voice spoke, and I froze. I turned my face to the side to see a man, staring out the window, his back to me. He was tall, blonde hair brushed back, and long sleeve shirt that hugged his body tightly. But what caught my attention was his physique— he looked oddly familiar, even though his voice was not. "Who are you?" I managed to ask. "How long have you been here? Why am I drugged?" I heard him laugh, and the sound send chills down my spine. "How many questions do you have for me, sweetheart?" Now he turned sideways. "If you must know, I am Alastor."

This is so fucked up good. Ashly stared up into Alex's burning gaze before gradually dropping her eyes. She followed her ex-mate's hands as the Alpha unbuttoned and unzipped his own trousers. Raising up on his elbows, Ashly forced herself to control her panting breaths as Alex stripped above her.

I know how to handle him," "Well, if you can handle him, I might get to think about it," she smiled sweetly at him__she pushed herself away from him and walked away, swaying her hips teasingly.... And that was when he knew he was never letting go. ******** [DANTE'S MANSION] 68 HOURS......................... Alessia stared out of the window, tapping on the leather jacket she had worn... It actually belongs to Dante. Her phone rang and she smiled when she saw the name Adrian... It has been a long time since they both chatted... Not after he had quit, and they had to assign a new person to take up his position.

With each strike landing on his already battered body, I felt his skull begin to cave, bones crunching under my knuckles, the wolf's wretched blood splattering my chest; his eye exploded, spraying up my face, grinning darkly, pleased to feel Ares's satisfaction. I could feel him in my mind, adrenaline fueling us both, as my fists slammed unapologetically into what used to be his nose and eye sockets—growling like a wild animal guarding his kill against others, seeing a hand touch my prey. Snapping my head around to face the lush green eyes of my angel, my eyes flared with the demonic fury I felt rippling through me until I heard her sweet voice filter through my anger. "Come back to me, Ace!

He could just snap my neck in an instant if he wanted to. “Don’t worry, what I’m giving you is more than enough for the help you do for me,” Agatha said, and I peeked discreetly at them. She had her hand on Alastor’s chest and was caressing it gently while the demon looked at me with a face devoid of any emotion. “I want a taste of her blood. You promise me that.” Alastor said, and it made me swallow hard. Was he even for real? He came and built an alliance with them just for my blood?

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.

I say, remembering Thayer's promise to aid us. Max goes to speak, but he's cut off when King Armaros and Azrael appear out of nowhere. Seth, Max, and Aston all jump. "Fuck." Aston mutters Amara smiles, getting off my lap and hugging both men. "Sup, Az?" Seth says, fist-bumping Azrael "Sorry we're late; what did we miss?" Azrael asks fist bumping Seth back and clapping him on the shoulder "Not much, we just started," I say, standing. "Armaros, Azrael, this is my beta Aston and my Gamma Max," I say, gesturing to both of them. Everyone exchanges polite nods as Amara, and I sit back down.

Dustin looks at me before turning back to Angel. “Angel. It fits. I’m Dustin, obviously.” She nods her head at him. He goes to put the tray down on her lap. Oh, hell no! He’s not getting anywhere near my mate when she’s not wearing anything under that blanket. My growl stops him short, and I grab the tray from him. "Clothes Dustin, and another tray for me.” “Yes Alpha.” He says before leaving. I turn back to my little mate, and damn is she small. I’m seriously hoping the Moon Goddess didn’t make a mistake choosing her for me. How can this little girl be my mate? Although, she has survived being a vampire’s blood bag, so she’s got resilience.

He flailed his hands, released a thick cloud of darkness before he hastened closer to us and his hell-goons followed his lead. “Angeline, run.” Letting go off me, Grant yelled, then shifted. Stormy stood in front of me, taking a a protective stance. Was he out of his mind? Like hell I would run! As one of the demons advanced towards me, Stormy pounced on him with incredible speed, pinning the fire-spitting beast to the ground. “Cal! Dora!” I called my wolves as Elijah appeared a few steps in front of me. Did he teleport or was he that fast?

“Usually, yes. But with her, I don’t know. She isn’t like the others.” “No, she isn’t. But I still know a good idea when I hear it. Let’s head for my office and we can go through it and talk about it.” As Zane and Jax walked towards the stairs, Zane noticed the sign holding the drink list. At the top there was a new drink, ‘Angel’s Bliss’. At each end of the name someone had drawn angel wings and there was a halo around the capital A. Zane smiled, it was perfect. “What are you grinning about?” Jax asked.