Angel Dust X Alastor Novels & Stories

"Yes, yes!" Angel screamed, her fingernails elongating into claws as she dragged her fingers over the rug, leaving deep gouges in the expensive material. Still Layon continued until he heard her panting as though she couldn't take much more. He'd lost count of how many times she'd cliJasoned and the lazy-eyed, sated expression upon her face told him he'd done his job well. With one more thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, spilling his essence into her, hoping that one day it might take root and they might produce the next alpha of the Silverdale pack.

Alastor tries using his tail to hit me and turning his neck to grab onto me but I am in a good spot that he cannot reach me. I mind link Maliyah to stop but I am too late as Alastor has noticed her and he uses his tail to hit her right into Aspen, sending them both across the field. Alastor let’s out a growl and rolls onto his back, making me let go as I feel bones breaking from him crushing me. Alastor gets back on all fours and uses his teeth to grab my body and pierce my skin. I know this is it. “I love you Katerina,” I mind link before everything goes dark.

he called softly, “You looked like you were scared of me a while ago.” “I wasn't,” I blurted out, “It's the first time I saw you like that.” “Even when I'm very Angry, I won't hurt you. I might be evil because it's in my blood, but when it comes to you… I'm not,” Alastor declared. A soft smile spread across my face and I hugged him back, “I wish it was the other way around, I wish you were not evil,” I murmured. “Ashera,” I stated, “Do you have any idea about who might have been after it?”

Greg brushed her hair away from her face and her eyes fluttered a little, but she didn’t wake up. “I don’t understand how a plain human girl could win the affections of not just one werewolf, but two.” Alejandra’s accented voice carried through the small space. Greg and I continued to check Divina for injuries, not acknowledging Alejandra until we were satisfied that Divina wasn’t in eminent danger. Well, at least she wasn’t going to die from her injuries in the next ten minutes. I stood up to face her and asked, “Why are you helping the demons?” She smiled wickedly and shrugged her shoulders, “I owe a debt and it must be repaid. I bring Amon unsuspecting tourists for him to play with. I’m s

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

Alex knew his friend was a proud man so he did not push further on the matter but only decided he would not take part in her torture. Damien was still thumping about in his room when Elle entered and found him talking to himself. She wondered why he was talking all by himself and wanted to confront him when she saw the color in his eyes. She had never seen him that way and immediately fear struck her, causing her to quickly mindlink both Alex and Ariel for them to hurry up to Damien’s room. Out of fear, Elle stood just outside the room while waiting for them to arrive first as she was scared of the sort of creature she had seen in Damien. His eyes instead of the normal deep yellowish-gold wo

I pretend I'm fine, and I pretend I'm smiling. -You know ... - I murmur stroking the neck of his shirt provocatively.- I don't know what you've come for, and I don't know what you're up to.- then I look into his eyes while licking my lip.- But you're not going to get it. - I whisper- I'm fucking fine without you, Azael- I don't think I've been better in my entire life, so no matter how many rags you move, it won't affect me- I murmur, and slowly I cross my arms and he clenches his jaw.