Alastair Supernatural Novels & Stories

He engulfed me in a hug then spoke in a low almost indecipherable tone. “Your mummy is gone.” That was all he said. No words of comfort or anything. Just that. I run into the living room where the birthday was supposed to happen and I found her with scratch marks on her neck with blood pooling around her. It was gnarly and till today, my father, Demon Lord Altyre has vowed to avenge her death

Many packs are weary of them as it was known that their alpha was power hungry so hearing the rogues had gone that way wasn’t much of a surprise. “Then write to the alpha and tell him to get those rogues or else we would invade his pack” Alexander said in a threatening tone “I don’t think there would be a need for that as you have been invited by alpha Clifford to his daughter’s birthday and I think this would be a good opportunity for us to investigate. Our spies has noticed some suspicious movement in Blackwood pack and it seems Alpha Clifford has a hand in it” Ethan presented the invitation card to Alexander .Alexander stared at it for a while and nodded at them.

He looked toward the foggy southern horizon, his heart burning with pure, unadulterated fury. --- Miles away, inside the cold silver bars of the southern fortress, Gina sits on the stone floor, her hands tightly bound in heavy magic-draining chains. The iron door screeches open, and Malakai steps into the dim cell, holding a glowing black collar in his hands. He gives her a toxic, terrifying smile and says, "Your weak Alpha is dead, Gina. The full moon rises tonight, and you will become my mate whether you are breathing or not."*

Alastair stood on the threshold, his expression dark with fury. His eyes moved from Callum’s hand around my wrist to the shattered glass on the floor. Then he noticed the photograph on the wall. All the color drained from his face. “Where did you get that picture?” he demanded. Callum slowly stood. “What are you talking about?” Alastair crossed the cabin and ripped the photograph from the wall. His hand trembled as he stared at the woman standing beside Callum’s father. I had never seen my brother look afraid before. Not until that moment.

"He— He was the one who alerted your Father about the fact you were missing and was afraid of your wrath and—" "Sirius?" Axel asked, cutting in, his voice small and laced with worry. "Sirius Blackheart?" Goddess. Let it not be who he thought it was. Father in heaven, goddess of all, let it not be— Raven faced him "Yes, how do you know him?" A small stab filled his chest. "Ravenna, your last name." "Are— Are you okay—?" "Last name, please." "Alistair. Ravenna Alistair. "Oh, fuck."

His expression was pained as he glanced at the wrapped wound on her stomach. It didn’t matter how much they tried to heal it. It wouldn’t heal. The sword that stabbed her was embedded with a magic nullifying spell. It would’ve killed her if that witch hadn’t cured her. Alastair grit his teeth as he recalled the masked figure, the man beneath the mask. Shane Ainsley. He had been jailed for thievery and revolting against humans. Alastair grit his teeth, ‘someone so dangerous on the loose like this means trouble is coming’.

“I watched you burn. You were dead.” “I was gone,” he said simply, “but never truly dead. The world is not so binary, Luna. There are things even the Council doesn’t know. Paths hidden in plain sight.” She took a hesitant step forward. “Then tell me. What did you see?” Alistair finally turned. His face was as she remembered was regal, sharp-featured, but his eyes… His eyes glowed faintly with an unnatural hue. Blue fire and endless void. “I saw the Wyrm,” he said. “And I saw what it wants. Your child is only the beginning.”

"Alistair went rogue to get revenge, partnering with some pretty shady underworld types to build his capital. He spent years laundering that money through new front companies to go legit. About a year ago, he was ambushed by mercenaries overseas. He survived, but his leg was trashed. He's back in the States now specifically for secret treatment from someone with your level of expertise." Cassian paused, his thumb brushing against Trista's pulse. "I'm telling you all this dirty laundry so you'll stay on your toes. Alistair is mentally unstable right now. As his doctor, you aren't just fighting his injuries—you're dealing with an Alpha who could go feral at any second." Trista stared at him, h

the patron goddess of monster-hunters and heir to the underworld strangely went unspoken. “Uh, yes, right,” Alistair ran a hand on the back of his neck awkwardly, instantly smacked with the realization of just how much had happened, how much he had missed out for the past ten years. It was jarring and kind of saddening, “…I already know that. One of our friends told me who you are.” She raised an eyebrow, “What did he said?” “Nothing bad, I swear,” well, Harry did call her a whole lot of names for dumping Alastor’s ass (“Not only once, but twice!”), but Alistair’s not going to tell her that and…

Those eyes I knew were definitely cursing me and wishing for my early demise. “You couldn’t wake a man the normal way? And what’s with that get up Sirius?” “What do you think?” I asked. Most people who could recognise the Night Walker and Titus Crowley would never make that connection but Alastair was one of a kind. He was so attuned to Titus Crowley like a magnet that always knows the North that it took a few seconds for the information to register. I never expected for him to start doubling over in laughter when he put two and two but then again, loudmouth wasn’t the sanest of people I’ve met.