4p Alastor Novels & Stories

I growled; the second Red looked at the wolf suspiciously, Ares coming forward in a warning, my eyes burned with the fiery red of my alleged alpha wolf. "She's on board!" Ares confirmed, making me grin sinisterly, shooting a wink at my girl before teleporting to where I sensed the darkness looming, stalking and watching us like some scientist watching their experiment unravel. "So you're a watcher, hmm. Get off on watching others get frisky! You kinky bastard!" I chuckled, leaning up the tree behind him, grinning seeing him turn to face me. Styled blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, tanned and insanely handsome while radiating superiority, dressed in his designer suit and loafers! Standing out

By his side was exactly where she belonged. As soon as he felt all of her, he felt ALL of her. They were connected more than physically. He felt his demon intertwine with hers and his body was burning. This was their power. He pulled his eyes away from her body long enough to see the birds falling from the sky. It was storming. The sky could actually be falling. Imagine what they could do when they were actually trying. “Ally.” He tapped her thigh. She turned her head to look outside, but didn’t stop. The site seemed to have lite something inside of her.

” The Iru orbs around him fly hitting Banaspati. Yup, it isn’t distinguished already. “Ah, shit.” Alfi sighed. “YOU BASTARD!” Banaspati turns into a figure of a man full of fire like the Human Torch of Fantastic 4 (It’s not plagiarism as its form is like that based on the folklore anyway!). It flies to Alfi really fast. Alfi unsheathes Tipit from his left sleeve and hits Banaspati to the sky like hitting a ball with a bat.

He then placed me on the table and positioned himself just above me. "I am Alpha Gaius of the Crescent Moon Pack, and I have chosen you, Princess Tamara Luna of the Magenta Kingdom, to be my fated mate. You are the last omega who shares the same blood as me," he declared, slowly descending. He lifted my thick skirt and lowered my undergarments. I heard something fall to the floor, so I looked down and saw his mask there. My eyes scanned for Gaius, but he had already vanished beneath my skirt.

I rolled my eyes at her. “It’s really up to him if the conversation becomes more physical.” “I’ll go get him. Percy, help me out.” He walked down the hall and stopped in front of a door. They both went in. I escorted Harlow to the control room. We watched Adam and Percy bring Brent in. He looked a little worse for wear. His face was still blistered and bruised from the brass knuckles that Harlow used, that were dipped in wolf’s bane. He was shirtless, and he had burn marks on his chest and hands from where Harlow connected the jumper cables.

Vevian had suddenly become too strong for him. Alastor watched the slight hesitation on his face and fake courage that he showed and knowing the he was truly just a wimp he shifted into his wolf and jumped over him making Vlad move out of his way and try to kick his back but Alastor had already predicted that attack kicking back his hind legs he made Vlad go crashing into the coffee table, breaking it under his weight.

As time went by, my walk became faster, and so did the person behind me. When I was near the second to the last alley, I was ready to do the first move and attack whoever was behind me, but my eyes widened when I saw what it was. Long and sharp claws, and eyes that have the color of a sunflower shine under the light of the moon. Werewolf. And a gamma who looks like he's not in his right mind! F*cking sh*t. Just how lucky I could be tonight to see a werewolf that's not in their right mind?

My mate slapped my ass, and the crowd went wild. “Please don't,” I yelled. “Take your clothes off, Dennis,” Alastor ordered. “No, Alpha, he's just a boy,” Fitzroy begged, grabbing onto Alastor's hand. Alastor's eyes darted to where Fitzroy's hand was. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SCUM!.” Venom, Alastor's wolf was at the forefront. I couldn't look, so I closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same with my ears.

Especially Juniper and Ahlum when they said it. “That’s what Katastrofi is!?” Vera and Freya yelled at the same time, jaw dropped at the demon standing there. Unable to react properly, Tristan began to tell them about the demons. “Mhm. There are four corrupted demons- Katastrofi from Aziel. Delora from Yizar. The other two are unknown to the world.” Juniper and Ahlum exchanged nervous glances, certainly not wanting to tell them they have already met Delora. But those two demons were extremely powerful.

A chill raced down his spine. The soft sunlight slipped through a half-closed window, catching the cold gleam of the man they called Italy’s nightmare—Alastor Merikh Drystan. The Sovereign. The number one killer. Only thirty, yet feared like a god. At twelve, he was already drawn to business—and blood. Passion lived in both. Drenched in shadows, Drystan reclined on a chair, legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curled upward, but his eyes stayed fixed elsewhere—burning with calm, deadly intent.