Alastor Angry Novels & Stories

Alex stormed into his room and slammed the door shut. The rage boiling inside him was enough to melt down metal. He was angry at his father for keeping such a secret from him for years. How could he have been so selfish? And to think that his own father had awoken a demon just to gain power and prestige.

Luckily for me, there is a pot full of hot pasta. I hungrily and angrily devour the food within minutes, not concerned about the fact that it's burning my mouth. I can't believe my life has gotten to the extent that I am taking my anger out on a pot of pasta. “Fuck you Nathan, you made my life like this, it's all your fault," I say with a mouth full of pasta. I honestly don't know what has come over me. I am behaving like a psychopath and I can't control myself. It's probably as a result of the delay in Nathan marking me.

The time for the full moon ritual was drawing near, and Dante's focus was unyielding. Isabella, known as the Enchantress, exuded an aura of mystique. Her eyes glimmered with an otherworldly light as she chanted ancient incantations, weaving intricate spells that danced around the room. The air shimmered with illusions, distorting the perception of reality and ensnaring the senses. Alistair, the Elemental, stood tall and composed, his presence radiating an elemental force. He harnessed the power of fire, water, earth, and air, each element at his command. Flames flickered at his fingertips, water swirled around him, the earth beneath his feet trembled, and gusts of wind swirled around the cha

" He typed. I glared at the sentence, reading every word with pure distaste. 'Who are you? God? Lucifer? Go rear ducks or shit fucking lullabies, stronzo. You're not even a man equaled to L'Angelo.' I scoffed, wishing there was a way I'd record it and let him hear it. "Oh, pardon me sweetie.... where are my manners.' He typed again. 'They call me L'Angelo Della Morte E Del Terrore.'

Added one more line, because the evidence demanded it even if I wasn't ready for what it meant: Which means they knew I was coming. Before Alastor did.

Marcus bellowed, his voice trembling with rage. “You’re right,” Kael said, his voice steady as he stared Marcus down. “Enough of you.” Kael charged, his movements precise and unrelenting. They clashed in a blur of fur and claws, growls and roars echoing through the chamber. Despite Marcus’s size, Kael’s determination was unwavering. “You’re no Alpha,” Kael said, sinking his claws into Marcus’s chest. “You’re a coward who hides behind power!” Marcus howled in fury, his massive body buckling under Kael’s relentless attacks. “I will kill you!” Marcus roared, his voice trembling with desperation now.

He asked. Pulling a grumpy face, she leaned forward and looked into his eyes. "I know you won't remember me. But... unfortunately, I am the dumbass who died for you, baby." Alastair wasn't caught off guard. Not even for a second. Witches' eyes were all about trickery. Ryle's claws were out to take action but he stopped himself when Alastair shook his head and then, smirked at the witch. "Are you saying that I didn't kick your sexy little ass and strangle your lovely throat to death?"

"You are sure about that?" Wulfrun challenged, returning Angel's daring stare. "Enough!" Xavier thundered. The alphas and everyone that heard him went very still. Angel took a few steps back, thinking to leave, then went very still when Wulfrun said, "If he is treating her right, she would not be acting out though …" Angel reacted before he could think to contain himself. He rushed the other alpha, channelling all the pent-up anger and frustration inside him and before anyone could react, Angel was pinning the other alpha to a nearby tree.

"Oh, you've found your voice. Issh, stupid me thought you'd become a statue. I let all my secrets—" Roaring, I lurched at him. The giants, however, got in my way. Alessio tutted. "Foolish move, Moreno. A very foolish move." At the snap of his fingers, the giants dispersed. "I'd have let them crush the life out of you, but no, I want to do it myself. Give you just what is suitable for you. An excruciating exit." His expression changed from serious to playful. The dick. "Don't be deceived by what you see. I might be tiny, but my death claws are more painful than those of Aldo and Edoardo."

Already! Look, they said that curiosity killed the cat, and here I am. -I'm coming, I'm coming .... -I can't see him, but I know that right now he must have a malicious smile on his face. Scott helps Azael stand up and when he's up, he hits Scott on the head. Meanwhile, I shake my clothes, as if they were infected. -Oh man! What's wrong? -complains this scratching the curls. -I told you I didn't want her to know where I am, you idiot, and look at her. It appears below me. Amon complains, leaning with his other hand on the closet.