Angel Dust X Alastor Novels & Stories

All of the bookshelves fell and the air was filled with dust and ripped pages. Asty slowly lifted herself to sit on the table while rubbing her wrists which had the marks of the forceful stranger. Chaol looked at her and his eyes softened as he reached out to careers her woman's wet cheeks. Asty grabs his arms and pulls him into a hug. She clutched into him and he could feel the trembling of her body. Chaol notices the mark on the side of her nape which made his blood boil even more. "I'm here," he reassured her. "I'm here. I heard you. I'm here."

I demanded, my voice breaking. His gaze lowered, "Unfortunately, you can't as he hadn't shown up since he brought you here, but he connected us with someone else named Mr. D'Amor. He's in the waiting room right now. Would you love to see him instead while I get the result of the multiple tests we ran on you?” I hummed, nodding slightly. “But, how long has it been?" “Three days, it's not a normal exhaustion," He stated. I nodded, realizing the effect of the bomb blast.

"Damn" Daniel breathed with his eyes fixed on Rachel. "I think I've got a boner" he groaned and I laughed. My eyes were fixed on Angel who was busy sexy dancing with Ally. That girl was definitely something else. "Dude, your girl's drunk" Justin nudged me and I ignored his comment about Angel being my girl. I watched as Angel reached for another can of beer. Ted reached the stereo and turned the volume down making the girls glare daggers at him.

He roared, staring right into my eyes. “What injection is that?” I asked, skirmishing my way out of the doctor’s tight grip. He held down my arm tightly, and the needle pierced effortlessly through my skin. “It's amnesia-inducing! Doc, you know what to do with him. It's time I take my wife and leave.“ Ace muttered as he strolled to unchain Angel. I looked at Angel, but her gaze avoided mine. She didn't steal a single glance at me. The last thing I saw was her disappearing up the last stair, hand in hand with her husband.

He flailed his hands, released a thick cloud of darkness before he hastened closer to us and his hell-goons followed his lead. “Angeline, run.” Letting go off me, Grant yelled, then shifted. Stormy stood in front of me, taking a a protective stance. Was he out of his mind? Like hell I would run! As one of the demons advanced towards me, Stormy pounced on him with incredible speed, pinning the fire-spitting beast to the ground. “Cal! Dora!” I called my wolves as Elijah appeared a few steps in front of me. Did he teleport or was he that fast?

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

Soon, they would expel me from the territory. As I stood watching the twins sleep, the door suddenly creaked open. I turned quickly and my eyes widened slightly at the unfamiliar presence that entered. Beside him stood Alpha Zarkus, his face expressionless, his eyes fixed coldly on me. But my focus turned to the strange man at his side. He wore a long, black hooded cloak, and in his hand was a wooden staff topped with a round, black crystal. His presence exuded ominously. “Angelicca,” Alpha Zarkus spoke. “I know that even if I banish you, you’ll find a way to return... to take back my sons. So I’ve prepared this, to make sure that never happens. This is my final punishment for you.”

“I’ll explain everything.” “Yes, an explanation would be lovely,” Alastaire says, stepping forward as he rips the costume angel wings off his back, leaving them to lie on the tarmac as he strides forward and takes my hand, pulling me to him. “Seeing as you seem to know so much more about the entire situation than any of us do, please, enlighten us. What in the bloody hell is going on Felix?” “There’s no time for that,” Felix says, narrowing his eyes at Alastaire. “While we’re here, Ash is in danger. They see her. The second we’re gone, she’s invisible to them. We have to leave.”

With each strike landing on his already battered body, I felt his skull begin to cave, bones crunching under my knuckles, the wolf's wretched blood splattering my chest; his eye exploded, spraying up my face, grinning darkly, pleased to feel Ares's satisfaction. I could feel him in my mind, adrenaline fueling us both, as my fists slammed unapologetically into what used to be his nose and eye sockets—growling like a wild animal guarding his kill against others, seeing a hand touch my prey. Snapping my head around to face the lush green eyes of my angel, my eyes flared with the demonic fury I felt rippling through me until I heard her sweet voice filter through my anger. "Come back to me, Ace!

She had already confessed enough to justify what would happen next. “At the bonfire, Xander promised you that you would pray for death if you ever did anything to his Luna again. Do you remember?” She scoffed and shrugged her shoulder. “Xander’s not fucking here anymore, now is he?” Just then, the door to the room burst open, and in walked Xander, pure hate and ferocious rage rolling off him in waves. His eyes were jet black, his canines had extended, and his claws were protruding from his fingertips. Alastair was taking control, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him.