Angel Dust Fanart Novels & Stories

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

There, three paces away, stood a dazzling figure of an angel in black jeans and boots and a black leather jacket staring at him. "Running out of cheese?" asked Beverly to the point. Jackson didn't answer. One hand he was happy because finally he could see Beverly again. But on the other hand, he is sad because he is afraid that this is all just an illusion. Jackson lived alone on this island for too long. There was no one other than him in that place. It often triggers someone's illusions, right? Beverly took two steps forward. Now they are only a step apart. "I'm not your illusion."

Each one just seems to out preform the last. This piece in particular is taken from human inspiration. They have something called Greek gods and goddesses, though they just remind me of faeries. Still, this is a pastel color painting that I hope depicts something like a dream where these angelic beings are sitting somewhere on clouds far away from our perception. “I’m going to list it for five grand,” I say and hold my breath as I wait for Arthur’s reaction. “Go for seven.” He says as if that’s even a possibility.

Angie smirked, and Asteria rolled her eyes. “If you are getting intimate with Roger, whom you believe to be your mate, but don´t have any confirmation of the blessed bond, it does not mean I am doing the same with my Moon Goddess´s given mate,” Asteria said, and Angie rolled her eyes. “I am not doing anything I should be ashamed of,” Angie protested, and Asteria shrugged. I didn´t dare lift my gaze from the book because Angie scares me. “Yeah, yeah.. potato, potato... What do you want, Angie?” Asteria sighed, and I bit my lips to prevent my chuckle from being heard.

His desire had come to its peak, and it demanded immediate completion. The erotic sound from the two lips met filling the room. To those who are romantically intoxicated, it sounds more like a string of beautiful music. Green's neck has been filled with the exquisite work created by Langit Danendra Adyaksa, as well as his blood-red chest from the wife's lustful embrace. "Brother..,emhhhh." Green mooed, Langit gave Green a short pause to breathe as much oxygen as she could. "Three rounds, yes," said Langit as he flicked his eyes.

Even though we're not related but I feel a very deep connection with him and I don't know why, he once mentioned that I remind him of Sienna. Since I opened my eyes ten years ago and glared at him I felt a connection. He's the only person close to me right now and I'm not losing him even if I have to die doing so but I'm not dying right now, I have a mission to complete. I'm going for them, I'm going to be their worst nightmare. The queen of terror. They call me, Amphitrite the dark angel.

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

"We wanna party!! Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, Scott, and Cersei exclaimed excitedly. "LEDO EAM!!! Angelus said out while stretching her hands at the home theater that was standing in between the TV, Using her magic to turn it on. “Yay.!!!!! Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, Scott, and

Angus said. “What does Alpha Ruari’s mate look like?” Tillamuk asked. Angus removed an envelope from his pocket. He tossed it onto my desk. I grabbed it. I let out a growl as I pulled the pictures from the envelope. There in the pictures was Aerian. She was wrapped in Alpha Ruari’s arms. On her neck was a fucking mark. “How long has she been in the pack?” I growled.

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”