Alastair Supernatural Novels & Stories

He was talking to someone. My pulse quickened as I followed the sound and pushed the door open. It swung silently on its hinges, and because they couldn't see me, they didn't hear the door opening. Alistair sat on his throne. The sight of him made my blood run cold. He sat exactly the same way he had before he murdered my dad. "What did you just say?" Alistair asked. "I found where Alucard is hiding," Caspian replied, his expression frozen in icy calm.

“He’s a brother to everyone here. A natural born leader. Very protective, very powerful. He’ll make a wonderful friend, Lora.” “I know,” I say blandly. “Seems pretty friendly, Alistair.” “He is,” she agrees, walking closer to the shore. “A great ally, but a terrible enemy.” I don’t know what she means by that, and I would love nothing more but to discuss it with her. Not outright, but maybe try to ask and get more information from her about Alistair and his alleged greatness. I open my mouth to ask her why she thinks that, but I stop short when she steps out of the water and walks to the rock where her clothes are. Her legs are exposed. . . . And they’re dark green and scaly. Monstrous. Abno

If he knew who I was, then who is he? “Who are you?” I asked. My voice echoed around the dark forest and the cliff. Suddenly the five beasts chasing me emerged from the forest and prowled behind him. Are they with him? Am I being haunted by a mysterious alpha? The stranger brought out a knife from his pocket. He began to detach my fingers around the root. “No, no...Don’t do this!” I cried. “Goodbye, Emily Blakesley,” he said and proceeded to my last finger.

"You know Volder has lived longer than any other creature, some of us are more than a few centuries old. Living that long can drive you crazy, Eleanor. That's why many Volders choose to commit suicide when their life isn't ... that interesting anymore. I investigated his background behind Alastair after he sent the video. No one knows how old he is, but more than four centuries I think." Over four hundred years? I remember the look he had when we first met that afternoon. His two gray eyes looked empty to me, maybe it was the effect of living for four hundred years? But why did he attack me? "Alastair just lost his wife 50 years ago." Greg looked at me without saying another word. I stared i

It seemed like my mysterious savior was winning against it. After the creature struggled under the man’s powerful grip, it gave up and vanished. The mystery man dusted his hands in victory and turned around, allowing me to see what he looked like. He was blonde with blue eyes and a decent face. For clothing, he was wearing a black oversized overcoat with a grey sweater underneath it and black pants. “Who are you?” I asked. “My name is Alistair,” he spoke. His voice was strangely deep and unique. “I am an incubus spirit. A beacon for help caught my attention as I flew above your neighborhood. You almost getting attacked by a demon was the first thing I saw upon entering your house.”

Anastasia's POV Alpha Alexis Antonio's uncle. He is a powerful Alpha known to be ruthless and merciless. He is also known as a notorious and enigmatic figure in the business world who owns ninety-five percent of all the businesses across the countries. He is indeed the only person who can save my father's company and legacy from Stephanie and Antonio's hand. "This is a good idea, Shirley. But how do I do that?" I asked, turning my gaze at Shirley. "Uhm, that's where the problem lies. If you book an appointment to see him, it might take months for him to see you and we can't wait that long."

“Is there anything I haven't done to this pack,I have done everything I could to make this pack to be among one of the biggest packs, bought borders, merge some other packs with our are rule them.None of the pack members cries for food,so what would the complaint be all about. And lastly, nobody would ever force me to get married out of my own will”.I sneered and slammed my hands on my throne.The elders stood up and bowed their heads, nobody ever dared to meet my gaze. My mother stood still maintaining her poise stature. Then suddenly, she fell to the floor and held my legs. I was shock at her sudden drama,I sat down on my thrown to listen to what next she wants to say. The elders also sat w

Myla frowned. “What do you mean by that?" Henry grinned. “The Alpha King isn't known to be a monster for nothing. He hardly buys human slaves but the ones he had bought in the past are all dead. Rumor has it that his demon feeds on them at night but don't worry, you'll get to experience that soon" Myla's eyes widened. What an atrocity! That can't be true, can it? Before she could think more on that, Henry grabbed her roughly and tied her hands with chains which ended up hurting her wrist.

Better than being caught with no excuse. The door to his office was shut, and I didn’t hear The Luna in hers, so I inched closer, quieting my breath so I could listen. “I thought the only thing you kept is the furs,” the man spat. The anger in his voice was palpable as if I could feel the heat radiating off him. “Doesn’t he look lovely though?” Alpha Raymond mused. “I’m not even sure how you did that. They died human.” There was a beat of silence. I could imagine Alpha Raymond shrugging. “I wanted a prize from Alpha Christian and Luna Lilian.” How dare that monster speak my parent's name? “And his black fur does make a great rug. You know how cold this packhouse gets.”

"No it is I who am sorry I am not giving you a choice in the matter. You see she's my mate and you will not keep her from me. I only came to you to see if we could do this peacefully. Though it is obvious that will not happen." "Alpha Xavier understand what you are doing. I don't think you want this." And with that Alastair was sick of hearing his mouth and he forces the shift. Alastair is a huge pitch black wolf. All alphas are huge but he is twice the size of a full grown alpha. He attacks before Carter can shift and he rips this head off leaving his a corpse then he turns to Ryder and he gets shifted in just enough time. Alastair grabs him by the back of the neck and shakes him viciously