Angel Dust Character Novels & Stories

She couldn't even stand up for herself much less stand up for thousands of people. How wrong I was. She had managed to prove me wrong and left my pack shocked and speechless. Never in a million years did I ever imagine that my mate would actually be 'the angel'. People have searched high and low for her for years. All the time she was right under our noses and we didn't even know. She was destined to stop the war and bring peace to all. However, there was also a chance that she would destroy us all. I didn't want to get too close to her, but my wolf had other ideas. He always wanted to be around her, but I didn't want to. I knew that he was still mad at me for sleeping with other girls, but

Her traits could be childish given the way she lived, but that didn’t change her real age and it wouldn’t help to protect her from a world that would treat her with devotion. Even so, the back of my fingers rubbed against her cheek and I saw the girl close her eyes as she received the affection. "It’s all right" I said "you don’t have to tell me and I’m not afraid of angels." My eyes shone in the darkness, shone with the pride that remained in Asra’s chest, with the anger present in her dreams and I felt the fangs of the phoenix appear on my lips amid a smile. "It’s the angels who must be afraid of me," I purred and Elaine’s lips rose in a graceful half-moon.

There's this kind of trait which Angie possess and this slut doesn't. I felt at peace whenever Angie is around me. She talks like a child but her words are soothing to my pains and souls. “Angie…” my heart bled her name in silence. *If, Angie what have you done to me?“ " Sir,” Eliot pushed open the door standing midway with eyes staring at me. I nipped at him,the expression on his face was not welcoming. Soon, I arrived at the powerroom. “Our container which contains the goods of the thirty-one don under your jurisdiction had been hijacked by pirate.“

We continued eating in silence. —-------------------------------- Ace’s POV My wife is attempting to entice me. She's pretty, I have to say; I've always liked petite! She's also troublesome, which I enjoy! On the down low, I don't want a woman who is completely submissive. But since this is Angel, she shouldn't act like my ideal wife—rather, she should act like a payment, the only thing she is to me. Why is she putting in so much effort to pique my interest in her?

he voiced his concern. Angelina, no longer bothering to feign kindness, sneered, her true colors surfacing. "Your dad will be so happy to see you. We're taking a little detour, that's all." As the surroundings became increasingly unfamiliar, Ashley’s unease intensified. He sensed the looming danger, the sinister energy that clung to Angelina like a dark shroud. Before he could voice his fears, Angelina, he was beginning to understand her plan and she resorted to drastic measures. With a swift, heartless blow, she knocked Ashley unconscious, sealing his fate in the clutches of her malevolence.

Typed our street, our building, our apartment number. My thumb hovered over send. What if Charlotte comes and leaves with Angel? What if I’m not enough to make either of them stay? I closed my eyes and cursed. Then— “Daddy! Daddy! How do I look?” I opened my eyes. And forgot how to breathe. Angel stood in front of me, turning slowly, her hands held out like she was presenting a gift. Her hair was braided. Neat, perfect rows that curved with her scalp, and beads weren’t just gold—they were colorful. Red and blue and green and yellow, threaded through the ends, catching the light.

Narcissus' sister. Angela Athena Martinez. She was known to be ruthless just like all of the Martinez; she inherited the crazy red eyes and the jet black. Sexy and talented. That's a woman I would fuck with no hesitation. I was picky with any woman I would date but her; she could bring my bi out any day. 'Deal with them from most in need to the lea-' he began. 'I can help. I know how to stitch.' I interrupted making eye contact with the woman.

It was pristine, and it was something they all made sure of. Elara Castelli was the queen. A ruler who wore her heart on her sleeve- a sleeve that contained a dagger. With a strong mind and loving heart, Elara had a perfect balance between kindness and cruelty. She was an angel whose wings were made of hellfire. They sparked, and she would watch as they fall, turning those around into ash. And if you were lucky, if you were kind, she would do you the honors of helping you rise from the ashes and become better. She was gracious, understanding, caring, and a killer. And as much respect as she was given, she would show you just as much. She was the queen, and they were her court.

"The silver dust, the kidnapping... they didn't just want to hurt us. They're looking for something. They're looking for her." Angus turned to me. The fire from the hearth reflected in his brown eyes, making them look like molten gold. He stepped toward me, his presence overwhelming, his obsession palpable. He didn't just love me; he looked at me as if I were the sun and the moon mixed together. It was like a prize he would burn the world to keep. "They aren't looking for a 'her', Ellie," he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated in my chest. "They are looking for the Future Luna. They've realized that the woman I found in that rotting shack in Arleta isn't a human stray.

He realized she was his hope, a ray of light that drowned his misery and gloom and painted a fresh picture of the perfect sunset, making it shine as bright as her personality. Angela felt no less as she stared in Mason's steely eyes, she felt all her anger and frustration washing away. He was just like that. Leaving her defensless under the dangerous weapons of his charm. With just one look of his, she could melt away, like an ice cream in a desert. (Ok. That was weird 😂 ik but this is Angel we're talking about and she's weird) She felt like she would fall down right now by intensity of his eyes. Damn him, he always knew how to charm her. But right now, he was doing that without doing anyth