Angel Dust As A Human Novels & Stories

Though by human standards he appeared to be only in his fifties, Angel could guess that he was at least two hundred, and all he wanted was what he ever came into the Silver Moon Bar for, a couple of honeydew cocktails and some quiet conversation. Angel was always happy to give him that because he was one of the few people in Silverdale who actually treated her like a person. Gritting her teeth, her shoulders tensed, Angela knew she couldn't simply let the noise slide. Her boss would have her hide if it got back to him.

" No, it's Angela b...but everyone calls me Angy " Didn't really know why she was telling him this, hadn't he tried to kill her moments before? But for some really unclear to her she felt like she could trust him, that he could protect her, what nonsense! " Angy. I like it, even though I don't like humans" A finger was placed under her jaw tilting her head back to stare into blood red eyes. Mesmerizing.. The Man...or maybe boy as he looked her age or even slightly younger seemed to be observing her face because not sooner then a proud smile made it way across his face

Even nonexistence was preferable to powerlessness. Aragon’s mortal woman had done something to him. In trying to help—for he’d sensed that intent in her spirit— she’d stolen everything from him. He had no control over his mortal form and he couldn’t seem to conjure either his wolf spirit or his Blood Hunter’s were form. Even after Draysius’s Pyrathian fire had rendered him unconscious, he at least had his wolf spirit. Now he was unable to help anyone, especially the mortal woman who needed it the most. The woman Aragon had called “Angela.”

he said, and I gave him a small smile. “Matty....” I paused, and he nodded. He looked at Aurie, and soon Iris walked in, taking the girl away. I had no idea where she materialized, but somehow they worked like two parts of a whole... it was amazing. “I need a word with you,” I said, and he nodded. Somehow, I felt he took something away from me by assigning me to those cases. We were two years apart, Angie was 19, Elisa was 17, and I was barely 15... I should be worried about school, my arts or hobbies... not about people being tortured, or trying to heal broken pieces beyond repair... “Asteria? What is it?” He sighed, and suddenly I felt rage, anger, and sadness all walloping within me.

She tried to touch Valerina's neck but she hissed and flinched back when it hurt. Angel frowned. "Why are you feeling pain?" She asked and her eyes slowly widened in realisation. "You are human?" She said and Valerina looked at Augustus. "Angel!" Augustus stood between her and Valerina. "Your mate is human, Augustus?" She asked in disbelief. "I thought I am smelling human because I thought you must have hunted___" She couldn't complete the sentence. She looked at Valerina and noticed how scared she was. Angel knows Augustus's nature and she is well aware that there is possibility that she is scared of him too.

"This is your punishment, Eodelle… for being a little rebel. You have been a naughty girl since I got you out of the dungeon. Why don't you just listen to me and be a good girl like what I expect you to be?" I can't comprehend what he's saying between his kisses beneath my ear, and down to my neck. His hands wrapped around my waist, kneading, and fondling my soft, smooth skin. I got a little insecure because of the scars I got after I got beaten by random people who almost killed me in that place. But it seems he doesn't mind it. He even touched them gently, brushing the tips of his fingers as if he adores each of them. Aster is a strange man. That is what I know. But his, adoring my imperf

Even though all I want to do is run and scream. I know males can be real assholes, I know there are a lot that never mate. They just whore themselves around. Tate was different. I was so damn sure of it. Clearly what I think and feel is for shit. My instincts failed me big time. “Not long,” I manage to say, as several others come out of the room and leave. “Harlow this is Ash Black, I believe you’ve met a good bit of his family, including his sons,” Angel says, as the male holds out his hand.

Kastriv growls, reaching out to grab my hand as a quiet reassurance that there is no chance has any interest in being set up with this stranger Atari has brought in. "My apologies," Atari grits out, before finally bothering to address me. "Aspen. You're a Demon." I straighten. I figure this was coming, since everyone with a hint of Angel-blood seems to be able to sniff it on me or something. "Oh...yes." Daisy flinches away a little, whereas all the Noble's stare. "That's such a shame, isn't it?" Atari look sad, tilting her head to the side, looking over me as if I'm wasted potential. Being around Kastriv made me forget how much most people hate Demon's.

I flicked my finger repeatedly in front of her nose until the woman's consciousness returned. "Wait a minute, Anggi! It seems like there is too much for me to understand." Almira moving slightly away, tried to calm down. She held her forehead that furrowed. Her face was a little pale. "So, by all means, you came from another world? And you are a human being before being transformed into Haier-Elvian? Moreover, a man?!

But what could be happening to me, could it be that I’m now having thought contradicting my main purpose on earth, I’ve never fell in love before, so I don’t know it symptoms. But could it really be that I was falling for the perfect one, I don’t know But I think it could smear my mission because the two of us are in different world, her in the physical realm while I was in the spiritual one, so we aren’t a perfect match. But even if we aren’t a perfect match or that we couldn’t see, it’s really wrong against my principle as an angel to fall in love with a human being, we’re not even allowed in heaven to fall in love with the females ( choirs ) there .