Angel Dust Fanart Novels & Stories

Fable, like most bands, has its own official fan club, plus hundreds of smaller, less official ones – but Alastaire holds the distinction of being the only member with own his personal group run entirely by fans. The most elite fans will fork out up to five hundred dollars for the official winged necklace, a sign of their devotion to Alastaire (and their excellent parental-wallet-manipulation skills). Two of the angels are wearing very revealing little white dresses, and the third is wearing a tiny mini skirt and a gold-sequined top. She must be wearing an amazing push-up bra, because her cleavage is almost touching her chin. I can already see why Alastaire spotted them in the crowd – the sh

I place it in the oven with some garlic baguettes and set the timer. Leading her to the counter to sit while we wait, I gently lift her arm to inspect the artwork on it. I am impressed, she has a red dragon design that wraps it’s whole body fully around her arm. The level of detail in this image is exquisite and almost makes it seem as though the creature could leap off her skin and become alive. I lift the sleeve of her t-shirt to be able to see all of it and the head of the animal rests on her shoulder. “This is amazing Angel, and you say you have one on your back as well?”

I was caught in the act but I definitely would not let him believe that. "Mhm, I can practically see your over-inflated ego but just so you'd know, I wasn't staring at you. You kinda look like someone I know so just confirming." I lied. He smirked harder and shook his head, "Oh yeah?" "Mhm." I nodded. His eyes drifted to my doodle and he took my note to have a proper look. "What do you call this?" He raised a perfectly shaped brow. "A baby angel." I grinned. I know I draw weird things. I think weird is my middle name.

- Colby says, leaving and closing the door. Angel sighs. He was unwilling to get up and get dressed. Perhaps a clash of cultures was what would decide his destiny. He wears white jeans with several rips, a belt from which several chains come out, a white and extra tight T with a design of two boys in a very romantic position, and he wears his white sneakers and holds his hair in a disheveled bun and leaves several loose ends that fall to the side of his face. He put on his ring and chose a bracelet made of stones in the color of the rainbow. In his ears, he puts three diamonds, one in the right ear and two in the left. He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even p

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

she thought as she took pictures. [Ethan, are you aware Jeremy is back in your apartment and is with Olivia right now? See for yourself what is happening] Camila typed and sent it to Ethan with the images of Jeremy with Olivia on the sofa. From the angle she had taken it, it looked like Jeremy was making out with Olivia on the sofa. She added the first image she took of Jeremy kissing Olivia on the cheek. Ethan was just driving when his phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. He didn't have Camila's number saved on his phone.

I muttered, and helped Angel up on her butt. The doctor arched her eyebrows. “You call that trying your best? Come on, you're excellent at this, your kids will be even luckier to have you as their father.” The way back to the hotel was rather quiet. “Is everything alright, babe?” I queried with a frown on my face. Angel stared out the window. “I want to go to the beach, and dance. I don't feel sexy wearing this.” She picked her dress’ fabric with her nails. As much as I wanted to laugh, I didn't want to get into her bad books.

The little angel did know how to speak, she called my mate mommy, she had the cutest voice ever, but when her tantrum started I looked at her with a glare, one look was enough to get her to get back to her notebook and end the tantrum before it started. We did the same during all of our classes, and I could see the angel pulling on Amber's sleeve, wanting to show her the drawing she's been working on, I looked at the paper as well, she had drawn in green a dragon with horns and fangs, along with red drops going down his mouth, the drawing was one of a young child, but I could guess who she meant to draw, it was me in a picture. "Angel," Amber scolds her, I turned my face to the other side pr

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

she ordered me and heaved a sigh as she put dots on my face using a new lipstick pen. Gemma was putting dots on my face when Elenita came. “We’re almost done, Elenita,” She glanced at her, smiling at her arts as she pressed the point of the lipstick on the tip of my nose. She handed me the lipstick. “Don’t worry, Angela. This is hypoallergenic. You can have this. At least this one won’t smear your face every time you sweat or cry.” Her staff came in, folding the clothes and placing them in the paper bag.