Hazbin Hotel Alastor X Angel Dust Novels & Stories

My hope shattered, but I was determined not to live without Arwan, “I know you have that power; you are a heavenly being. I saved you, now please save me by bringing him back to life.” “You need to understand that everything in this world comes with consequences,” he protested, “I can do it, but I shouldn't do it.” “Whatever the consequences are… I'm ready to face it. Just bring him back,” I declared. The Angel gawked at me with upcoming agony and warnings against it; then he muttered, “You have a twin brother Melonie Aeron, his name is Alastor Aeron, he is the evil side of you. When your mother gave birth to you and him, you were the good and he was the evil… so he was killed immediately af

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

“That’s it! I’ll use the insect creatures to find it.” Azazel quirks a brow. “How?” Stepping around him, I clear my throat and begin to hum. Everything goes instantly, still. The insects stop in their tracks, and the sounds of their squeals and scuffling limbs cease. Taking a deep breath, I project my thoughts as I continue to hum. “Bloody hell.” Azazel curses beneath his breath when he sees the creatures file together as they scurry to one of the caverns. Taking his hand, I lead him beside me as I follow the creatures into the opening. For the next hour, we make several turns and stumble a few times through the loose gravel until we reach what we’re searching for. My vision blurs with the h

Angel strolled in wearing Tony’s big black shirt over his own faded blue jeans and white rubber shoes. Headphones—the one they bought in one of their travels—resting over his neck. Music was still quietly playing. They could hear it from their position. Angel was humming softly to the music, holding two coffees in styrofoam each in his hands. One was opened without a lid—steaming—then he blew on it. The thin smoke disappeared like a ghost. His eyes immediately widened at the sight that appeared before him. He recognized Beth instantly, then his gaze drifted to Tony.

Something moved behind his eyes—a darkness that made my veins melt in an orgasm of their own. He dragged me inside the house and kicked the door shut. Then he shoved me on the couch. I bounced. My dress around my waist. My hair flying everywhere. But I didn’t try to fix it. He stood over me. Bloody shirt. Torn knuckles. Black hair across his forehead. And his eyes—his eyes were not his anymore. Something had come loose within them. Something that made my breath catch. “What the fuck were you DOING, Angel?” His calm completely gone. “You pulled your dress open in a public restaurant. You gave a stranger a cherry. You let him follow you into a bathroom with his COCK OUT—”

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.”

My name was Lindsey Hawthorn, and I had struggled with this compulsion for as long as I could remember. Everyone always thought I was a good, quiet girl, but only I knew the truth—the intense, almost unbearable craving I had for men. Just the sight of a strong, muscular man was enough to make me weak. By the time I reached college, this need had completely spiraled out of control. Sometimes, even the slightest friction while walking would trigger an overwhelming release. People would stare, probably thinking I had wet myself.

Erick POV I let out a loud laugh, that Angel was full of tricks, obviously, he knew they had spies and guards around the temple of Dionysus, so when I started hearing the reports that Hope and Marcus were putting on a little porn show I didn't hold back my laughter. "And exactly what do you want me to do?" I asked Henry, one of the leaders my father had chosen. "As far as I know, many exhibitionists do this in the temple of Dionysus... As far as I know, the two of them are not breaking any rules... If they don't want to see, just turn your face away, no?" "What they did is extremely..." Gilia began, but I held up my hand. "We're post-Festival. Marcus Angelis is the Mate of Hope Black... If t

His menacing glare made her burn all over and when he spoke, his voice was husky with a strange tone. “Take care of me…” Angel retorted, struggling to stop himself from asking her for a wild favor instead. The effect of a sip of drugged coffee had turned out to be more dangerous than he thought and right now, he was suffering the consequences of refusing Zeta’s advances. His whole body burned with need and his lower member was so hard, he feared it would burst. “What?!” Elena gaped, her lips parting with confusion. “You need serious medical care right now.”