Alastor Angry Novels & Stories

"Don't be angry. You must forgive your grandmother. She acted out of fear for the crown. She wants to protect you." Alaric tightened his jaw. I saw a muscle twitch in his cheek as he looked away. "I have forgiven her." Alaric said. "I have let the anger go because you asked me to. I have granted her mercy for your sake." I looked into his eyes. Saw the flash of gold. It was the mark of a hunter who had to stop. "I don't believe you." I said softly. "The anger is still there. I can feel it in your hands and your breath. You are holding it back for me. You haven't let it go."

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.”

“You’re not a monster, and none of this is your fault.” I sniffle and shake my head against his solid chest. “But it is. I can feel her screaming inside of me. I’m so scared, Lucifer.” “Your angel, Apolliana, is in a great deal of pain, but it’s not her─your fault. You don’t need to be scared,” he mumbles. “I will care for you.” I bite my bottom lip, trying to stifle my tears as I place his palm in the center of my chest. “Is that her name? Apolliana?”

She gasped as she guessed, and stood up with dough eyes in anger, "where is that son of a bitch?" I laughed for the first time, Alexa raised her eyebrow at my sudden burst of laughter. It wasn't because of her assumption, I was delirious from all the crying and I was laughing at how life just turned upside down for me. I was out of it when I began to laugh more hysterically.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

ARIA "Really sorry. I mean it," Maren continued. "And for the record, I don’t… like Lucian like that, okay?" "Could’ve fooled me." I clicked my tongue, sarcasm dripping from my voice. "The Alpha is a fucking grumpy bastard who talks like he has a stick up his ass. You think I want to deal with that all day? Hell no. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t smiled since birth. He looks at people like he’s considering throwing them off a cliff. And don’t get me started on his condescending bullshit—"

“Not so fast.” We look up and see Alastor in his human form. He has a malicious grin as I see his eyes turn red. He is going to cook us alive. As he prepares to throw a fireball at us he is struck in the shoulder with an ice spear. He growls and glares at Maliyah. “Wait your turn my dear niece.”

He was nowhere to be found. "Isn't there a big black one?" Lucas asked nervously at my side. He was almost ridgid beside me. "He must be in his den," I whispered. As if I had called his name, Alastor sprinted out. His eyes scanned the people watching him until they landed on me. His ears perked up until he zeroed in on Lucas standing close to my side. His muzzle scrunched up and he ripped out a snarl. People cheered in excitement. It must be cool to see a wolf growl like that. I was just upset. Why was he angry?

Her anger had almost calmed by then but it gushed again at his appearance and smirking she said, “Did you think that I would keep quiet after the stunts you pulled on me? You should know by now that I am not ‘normal’ like the others. This is what you get in return for the test that you made me go through and the kiss.” She watched him carefully, waiting with anticipation to laugh inside when he would burst out in anger at her. She wanted to watch his veins bulge to the limit where he might just pop open one but to her disappointment that didn’t happen. Instead of getting angry Alastor smiled and stepping in he closed the door behind him and laughed, “This is exactly why I like you.” He said,

Things were broken, scattered, or overturned as if the very fabric of reality had been torn apart by his fury. And yet, despite the chaos he had unleashed, he seemed to be getting more and more agitated, his anger burning hotter and brighter with every passing moment. It was as if he was trapped in a vortex of his own rage, unable to escape the whirlpool of emotions that had consumed him. “Alastor,” I calmly called. “Don't come any closer,” he screamed, causing my heart to jump out of my chest. Alastor rushed towards me, and I stood there frozen, when he got to me, he dragged me into a hug, “The broken glasses could hurt you,” he muttered.