Novelas y relatos de Astolfo

I meet a man last night and he said he is Angelo. The body is aching a lot making me feel more alive and in reality. I’m so much convinced now that Angelo is just a dream after standing up. This is the reality that I know. This house is my prison which I wanted to escape from. Still unmoved, I look at the open window and the outside to the forest. ‘Is there really a mansion down there?’

he queried, now staring at the pope with determined eyes. “That’s the eldest son of Alfon in the picture, Marcus. Alfon is the Master of the Rogratiatto House, along with his wife, Mistress Regina. As per reported, blue and violet flames surrounded their son. He is unconscious since the possession actually, up until now so to say...which somehow makes it odd.” “It is odd, ” he seconded, and that made the pope grin, leaning back in his chair. “Hmmm... look at the bright side, at least you wouldn’t have a hard time exorcising the demon right?” he stated, watching the reaction of his exorcist priest.

“You remember my sister, Astrid?” “Of course,” Theo smiles, and my wolf is immediately on high alert. I remember the way Theo looked at Astrid the last time he was here. Astrid looks from Theo to me, grinning. She’s gorgeous- petite, suntanned skin, dark eyes and light brown curls. Curves in all the right places. I feel that ugly jealousy inside of me rising up again. “So glad you’re both here,” Astrid breathes, and her voice is so light and smooth, almost like a song. “Brooke, wanna head to the hive with me while the guys talk pack business?”

Thud! It was also a quiet afternoon at the crag to the witch’s garden. “Help me gather vegetables, Siegfried! Get your cupid’s shaving brush and the swollen fingers to pitch in and help.” The goat-head demon staggered as its shins were wide apart. It had brought a shallow wicker basket. “I’ve named it Herbie, Mistress Helia Baal,” replied the Siegfried, the glum goat-head demon. “Hee-hee-hee,” laughed the black-winged seraph when its name was mentioned, it had been tagging along behind the goat-head.

I stated. None of them spoke but later on, Celestine's companion arrived yesterday dressed in warrior clothes. Is he one of the Azguard warriors? “By the way, this is Alfredo. He's a wolf warrior of Azguard, my son. He took my place, so we can count on his help,” Celestine introduced. Hmm, that's why their faces aren't far apart, and so was the woman with them yesterday. I will expect a lot from them since they are the children of the former best warrior.

Alfonso looked at him without pity as a brother. "Until whenever I will not betray my friend, stop Alfonso before Han Zoku knows everything." Alberto commemorates his twin brother. "Am I too good to you? So you don't do what I want?" Alfonso began to be provoked by emotions. Alberto is too loyal to Han who is not his family. "It's very easy, you just tell me where the letter is, then all business will be done, we will get the money and run from this city." Alfonso always has a dirty plan, selling people's property for his interests. A bad past makes his life a mess.

I push the sheets back. "You need to stay still." Not a suggestion. Not concern either. Just a fact he's delivering, like a weather report. "Who are you." He looks at me for a moment like he's deciding how much to give me. "Alfonso Tommaso." The name lands. I know that name. Everyone knows that name. It's on buildings. On the financial page. On the kind of headlines that come with photographs of yachts and women who look like they were built in a lab.

his tone was demanding and Sophia found this as an opportunity to know how Luca came to know about her stammering as a kid. “Mr. Russo, about…my..my way of talking. How did you know?” she stuttered and Luca’s gaze never left her. “I am Luca Greco, I know everything” “So you know about everyone in Italy?” “No, I know only about those I find interest in,” he said and Sophia could feel her heartbeat accelerate, she had to escape. “I also like it when people appreciate my help, so think of a good way to appreciate me for helping you at the casino. If not I will decide how you should”

Jevro said as he walked towards the exit. When I looked back at Alistair, the man was smiling as he slightly waved his hand to say goodbye to me. I just nodded my head in response before I followed Jevro. "According to the report that Alfonso received, the monster that is currently attacking is an Acon. The body of the acon is that of a Lion, the tail is round at the end with thorns, the head is that of an eagle and has wings. " Jevro gives details as I follow him.

Dominic ran through the dense forest for what seemed like hours. His throat was dry and his mouth was parched. The men in armored trucks were closing in on him. He took one last step, but his feet got caught in a trap and he went flying into a pit. He felt around him; he could feel hands and bodies pressed up against him. With the help of the moonlight, he squinted for a better view. The pit was full of dead bodies. A sea of faces with eyes that stared into space. Decaying flesh was all around him... And suddenly, all he could smell was death, so much death.