Angel Dust Lines Novels & Stories

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.

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?

The love in their eyes made me feel that this trip through the human world had been more than worth it. I slowly closed my eyes. Right before they shut completely, I had a strange feeling and turned my head toward the narrow glass window in the door. Through it, I saw a handsome face with red eyes and trembling lips. It was Cole. My vision, my sense of touch, and my sense of smell began to fade as I waited for death to take me. Seconds before I lost my hearing too, I heard people shouting my name from all around. In the midst of all the noise, I caught one voice that wasn't loud at all. It should've been clear and cool, but right then it was hoarse. Its owner called out, "Izzy."

Angeline answered the phone and heard Grayson saying, "Ms. Severe, I have news about Master Ares." Angeline darted a reticent glance at Jay and patted him on the head like she was stroking her pet dog. "I need to answer this. I’ll be back real quick." Then, she got up and went out. Jay looked with disgust at her huge dark eyes, long false eyelashes, dark, black eyeliner, and the exaggerated amount of black eye shadow. It was obvious that her gothic makeup had made his heart creep, but strangely, he did not feel revolted when she touched his head.

MC (angry): (mind) Goddamn it! MC (angry): (mind) The night was going too smoothly. Artemis steps away from you as if you have a contagious disease. Angelique Lincoln comes to her side, looking stunning in her bright red dress. Angelique is also an alpha. She’s tall and willowy, not curvy like you are. What makes you hate her so much, though, is not her appearance. Your eyes darken when Angelique, not so subtly, caresses Artemis’ arm, a clear show of possession.

- Agnes asks, amused. - Love, I had to make several plans with you. Ulric Chuckles. - Do it. I don't know what Klaus will become like if Angel leaves. The couple get up and leave. They go to the room that had been assigned to them. - I'm going to hunt. I need fresh blood to think. - Dark says, kissing Agnes on the lips, and in seconds, he is in the forest, looking for something big to drink. Agnes opens a small suitcase and takes out a vial of white powder. She pours some on a small table and puts away the rest. Then, standing with her hands over the ashes, she starts her chant.

My fur wasn't the dull brown of the Sandwell line; it was a shimmering, radiant silver that caught the moonlight, glowing like liquid starlight. "Oh, Goddess," Beatriz whispered, her hands over her mouth. "Aella... you're beautiful." But as I stepped toward a small, crystalline pool fed by a mountain spring, I saw the mark. Around my neck, hidden beneath the thick silver fur, were two deep, indelible lines etched in a pulsing violet light. The first line was jagged, sliced clean down the middle as if a blade had tried to sever my throat. It was the mark of the Rejection.

“So you can tell everyone that it appeared as a result of the Goddess' blessing; it's an angel manifestor.” I frowned. “Angel manifestor?” I asked, confused. “Yes,” said Azael. "Before an angel awakens their power, a line is etched on their wrist indicating the waiting time for their wings to sprout. The Goddess blessed you, so your power will awaken at some point, but since you are not of pure angelic lineage, the marker is not engraved on you." I opened my mouth in total shock, incredulous at so many details. “That's—”

I angled my hips, hitting a new spot inside her that practically had her seeing stars. “Oh, fuck!” she gasped, her knees nearly buckling beneath me. I held her up with my hand, the other still firmly around her throat. My hand left her stomach to reach between our bodies, my fingers finding her clit. She lurched backward onto me, her hips bucking into my hand. A sadistic smirk curled my lips as her walls clenched tighter. “You gonna come all over this cock, Ally?” I snarled into her ear, biting it before soothing the sting with my tongue. “Beg for it.”

The voice in the Arena continued. The voice still echoed and the both of us are waiting for the cue. I stared at him in the eyes, and it feels like I've been demoralized by his icy blue orbs. I didn't noticed that the cue started. Burst of flames appeared in front of us, and now we'll just wait for it to disappear.