Alastair Supernatural Novels & Stories

Instead, I nod, my spine stiff with dread. He steps closer. “Do you know what happened to me ten years ago, after the Battle at Easterly Tower?” That doesn’t sound like a question. It sounds like a warning. I nod again, still numb with disbelief, fear creeping deeper with every passing second. “Speak.” That single word holds so much command, so much venom, that a shiver crawls down my back. “Yes, Alpha,” I whisper, barely audible. “Tell me, then.” I swallow and begin. “When Easterly Tower fell, the witch Marisol cursed you.”

I tried my best to immerse myself in the conversations and distractions around me, hoping to push aside any lingering thoughts or desires. "And that was it. After the client nagged the fuck out, he went home and realized that the items he was looking for were right in front of him the whole time," Alastair said, shaking his head. His necktie was already loosened, and his eyes were glazed over, indicating that he had indulged in a few too many drinks. Though wolfshifters couldn't easily get drunk, Alastair seemed determined to test his limits. Despite his intoxicated state, he continued to share stories and entertain the crowd with his animated gestures. The chuckles only served to heighten h

Silence. The attackers disappeared, leaving a wasteland behind them. Alastair crawled out, shaking. "Mama? Papa?" Alastair called, voice breaking again. Only silence replied. Alastair sat crying, holding the lifeless forms of his parents. Marcello Lombardi's men came down, whisking Alastair to safety. The traumatic night etched its memories on the canvas of Alastair's mind forever. His fate was now intertwined forever with that of Marcello's.

“It’s not my fault if my body doesn’t want to! But I can assure you, my head and heart are in this. Untie me. I won’t run away or do anything.” “Shut up and just do as you are told.” Agatha hissed. “Now take her out of here!” “So this is just my fucking role here, to check if someone is lying.” Alastor scoffed in a loud voice while the witches were taking me off the pole and tying my hands again. I was calling on my spirits to tell me what to do next, but they were not saying anything. And with Alastor capable of appearing and disappearing around me, I had no way to get away from him. He could just snap my neck in an instant if he wanted to.

Veilkeeper alerts do not sound unless something is very wrong. The screen on the wall lights up, filling with maps and data streams. Red markers flash over a familiar region. Alaska. My stomach drops. “That is not possible,” I whisper. The marker pulses over the location of the destroyed facility. The place where Theo and Scottie were swallowed by the collapse. The place that should be nothing but rubble and ice. A Veilkeeper analyst appears on the screen, face pale. “We detected a dimensional anomaly,” she says. “Low level, but active. Same signature pattern as Theo.”

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

Allistair pointed his hands casually at both of them, swirls of darkness appeared from his hands but before he could strike them a voice shouted, the voice of the father he came to know in the supernatural realm. "Allistair Zane Fretzellis! That is enough." Raine reprimanded but Allistair just looked at him and smiled, coldly. "Oh I do love you my other parent who was the best for me, but don't you dare provoke and order me, dad." He then released more Chaos energy and all choked at the intensity except Lucifer who's most compatible with his power. Lucifer went near him as he spoke tenderly, "Allistair, come here, Baby." Lucan and Morgan's voices can be heard through him as they were all wor

She was about to go when I pulled her back for another kiss . ' If you keep doing this, we won't last three weeks . '.she said as she broke the kiss off . ' We will be okay but you don't leave me without a kiss . ' I replied and kissed her forehead . She nodded her head and left . I was about to leave the office when my best friend, Alastair came in . Alastair was one of the special types of werewolves. A Zeta . He was first recognized during his first turn when his eyes were the same color as his fur . Since then everyone in the pack envied him . He was always the first to sense danger and since he turned eighteen, he now handles pack strategy and coordination . We have been friends since t

But Alastair gave no f*ck about it. “You sure are quite feisty, royals. Do you really think I would let any of you take my mate away?” he asked with a cold smile, sending shivers down her spine. “You don't know what you are t-thinking, prince! She's a tribrid! Her existence is forbidden! She should be dead—” she wasn't able to finish off her words when Alastair's claw penetrated her chest, squeezing her heart, and taking her life. “So noisy,” he muttered and let go of her neck. She fell lifelessly on the ground with a thud. “Ops.” He chuckled emotionlessly.

"Because... one of them was drawn to you." My lips parted in awe as I asked to be sure. “To me?” I was unable to comprehend what he was saying. How was it possible that a magical aspect would be drawn to me? I remembered the second I saw something passing by. Smoke was clearly visible to my eyes. According to Alastair, it was magic that tried to scare us. Well, it might have been a person. However, I was unaware of any of that kind. “Mhmm. You.” Alastair retorted. He didn't appear to be happy at all from the look on his face. Instead, he presented a very uneasy and dissatisfied appearance.