Astolfo Novels & Stories

Forever. “There’s something much more important, Norah.” She straightens up in her chair and I look around. We’re seated at the outer part of the bar, under a large umbrella and occupying a cute wooden round table. I don’t think we should be talking about all of this literally just beside the street. But the weather is nice today and we both want to enjoy it without worrying about nosy strangers. “Well, the chief revealed that Mark was actually poisoned with the belladonna extract you gave me that night. And Oliver’s fingerprints were found on the vile,” I explain.

Marcus answered, his voice weak and bely more than a whisper. “Aw, what a sweet family reunion, it makes me sick.” Azazel spoke up. Daniel had forgotten he was even there, his only focus on his son. Azazel turned and snapped his fingers, as if from nowhere a lowly demon appeared with Azazel’s bag of torture devices, and a small table. Azazel quickly grabbed his bag and rolled it out on the table. The shiny chrome tools glowed orange from the reflection of a fire somewhere in the background. Slowly Azazel ran his fingers over the line of tools, trying to determine the best one that would inflict the most trauma. Finally his hand stopped on what appeared to be a very thin, short,flimsy blade.

The words slip from my mouth before I can even process them, my voice echoing through the trees. The few wolves who had circled me blanched at my words, before falling to their knees, but the man before me remains unmoving. He’s an Alpha… but there’s something different about him. He tilts his head and, to my surprise he scoffs, and his next words throw me off entirely. “And who the fuck said I bow down to anyone? Goddess or not, I don’t really care… I’m Godric Astorath, and I fucking bow to no one”

His words were filled with sarcasm. “I’m Fred, the beta of this pack and this is the Gamma Alessia, we would like to escort you out….peacefully.” He explained with his face Stoic. Alessia was also fuming mad beside him, filling our link with so many curse words at Nicholas that I was so tempted to laugh.

His eyes were red and teary "I have the same blood also and Eldy you pressed a wrong nerve of mine ……second time. If you know me then Beware! Because Aspan D'Alberto is a poison who kills slowly and painfully " You will regret every single sin you did or doing with her......for never forgivable

“What brings you here aside from the rotting head that you have inside the box.” “It is the head of Bartolomeo Auditore.” I said, and he frowned. “His Alpha Stefano had him killed a few weeks back for treason, one that he did not commit. However, in his eyes, considering the fact that he was seen speaking to my father, he was a traitor.”

“I wasn’t speaking of your body. Don’t tell me you don’t recall any of your displays last night. The things you said to him.” “Him?” My forehead twisted in confusion. “Who is him?” There was indeed a man. Ahh! “Alpha Leonardo. Your favorite beast,” she mocked. “Huh?” My eyes extended, about popping out of their sockets. My hand flew over my cheeks. “What do you mean by ‘Alpha Leonardo?” Slapping my cheeks hard, I tried to remember. But my stupid brain wasn’t working. Why couldn’t I remember a thing. My teeth bit my lower lips hard, sending pain down my spine.

Yet. The man across from me lounged in his chair with a glass of brandy. Alfonso Bellandi — old associate of the late Don, a parasite who made his fortune smuggling women and children. A business I had no intention of tolerating. His belly strained against his silk shirt, but his eyes were sharp, gleaming with mischief and malice. “You’ve grown, boy,” Alfonso rasped, swirling his drink. “I still remember when your hands were smaller than the gun you carried. An orphan with nothing but hunger in his belly. Who would’ve thought, eh? Now you sit there like a king.”

I am safe. I'm not in San Francisco. I'm no longer there. I am safe. I am safe. I am safe. I have Sassy and Lucian right here. I'm not alone. I am safe. I am safe. Lucian wouldn't hurt me. Lucian wouldn't let me get hurt. I am safe.

she finally looked him in the eyes. There is vulnerability there, sadness and confusion. "Who?" it doesn't matter. Even though love is not a sin, emotions are not a part of an Angel. They should stay neutral. Her sin is that she loved a demon. "Azzazal" his eyes widened. They can't be together. Azzazal is the next lord of the Underworld and she is now a human. Even she must know that. Althea is pure, innocent to this world, but she is not stupid.