Angel Dust X Alastor Novels & Stories

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?”

His eyes directed to me. “Interesting,” “You must be his mate I heard a lot about,” he let out, taking my hand and kissing it. I stared at Luca who was fuming in anger. “Stay away from her, Angelo!!” Luca growled out, furiously, baring his fangs at Angela. “Oh, I totally forgot,” Angelo said, with a sinister smile, similar to Luca’s. They had striking resemblance. The difference was their hair. Luca’s was jet-black while his own were brown.

I laughed all the way to the bathroom; and somewhere between the steam, his kisses and being wrapped in his arms, every ounce of tension I'd carried from that mansion melted away. Later, I lounged across the oversized chair in nothing but one of the hotel's plush robes. Azrael sat opposite me with my feet resting in his lap. His thumbs pressed into my arch causing me to moan. “Mmm.” His lips curled. “Careful, kitten.” “My feet hurt.” “I can tell.” “Be quiet.” He chuckled and continued massaging. God, this man was dangerous. Not because Mafia families feared him. Not because he was apparently some billionaire tech genius I still needed to interrogate.

This new world order would start with DelaVega City. "Let stardust fall upon you all, my stepping stone," Xasha said this to himself as he activated his armor. Not one, not two, not three, but five Storm Dragons came out of the energy cores in his armor and took to the sky. Their roars reverberated throughout the city and the people screamed almost in response.

"Alpha, your Luna can heal herself. I can only stabilize and make sure she's doing well, but unlike the other attack that was caused by a rogue, you're an Alpha; you have more dominance over her, and her immune system is" . I hissed, clutching his collar, "I don't fucking care how you make sure she gets better." Axel and Clause try to pull me off while the doctor stares at me in horror, giving me a curt nod. "Do I make myself clear?" I question my tune venomous. "Yes Alpha" I pushed him off, wiggling off the hold Axel and Clause had on me before walking my way out of the air, feeling uncomfortably choked. I bumped into Damien outside, his stare dripping with piety, one that he knew how much

I really do not know how much it means to him, but I have also noticed how he spends most of his time caressing it. “I have nothing to do with demons,” he murmurs as he withdraws his hand from mine, once again, touching the ring. “My younger brother is. I only bear his name and title because he is very hideous.” “You bear his name?” The old man smiles and takes his eyes back to his fingers. “Yes. He is Xaulfur, the demon-obsessed. I’m Daymion, the Alpha.”

“Don’t say anything to your father.” “I wasn’t planning to,” Alessia said. “But I won’t wait forever.” She turned and started toward the door, heels clicking softly against the floor. Before she left, she looked back once. “Congratulations, Celeste. You might have to share him now.” And then she was gone. The door shut. The echo of it stayed. Azrael stood there, staring at nothing. His breathing was heavy, his hands still clenched. For the first time, he looked unsure.

she hissed, keeping her face a mask of regal indifference. ​"The Blight-Wolves are being kept in the old mines on the southern border," he said, spinning her effortlessly. "And Silas isn't the one in charge. He’s just the purse. The one calling the shots is a man known as the 'Alchemist.' He’s been using Silver Bane blood to create his monsters." ​Rhea stumbled slightly, and Elias caught her, pulling her flush against his chest. For a heartbeat, the "Wild Desires" she had been suppressing surged to the surface. She wanted to forget the pack, the traitors, and the war. She wanted to sink into him.

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.