Alastor Cat Novels & Stories

I made a fist, which caused the vines to tighten. Finally, the struggling ceased, and it got a little easier to carry her. I wondered if she might have sprite or pixie blood, she was so light and small. She didn't seem to have much magic though, so that made it doubtful. Alastor, my black destrier, stood patiently in a clearing just down the road. I turned my head to whistle to him, but the pert ass of my captive was in the way. I suppressed the urge to run my hand over it, shocked that I would struggle to control myself this way.

The smell of decay and despair hung heavily in the air, and I could barely see through the dimly lit hallways. “Get up, Alastor,” I growled when we reached his cell. “We have some questions for you.” Alastor slowly got up from the ground, his fur matted and his eyes bloodshot from the torture he suffered. "What do you want from me?" he spat. “We want information,” Max growled, anger bristling. “We know your brother is planning something big against our pack. We need to know what it is.” Alastor's eyes darted between us. “I'm not going to talk,” he finally said, his voice shaking.

In Lalisa’s world now, there were only the burning touches and intoxicating scents of the three Alphas. The flames of desire had been lit under the cool rain, and it seemed they would soon burn everything to ashes… starting with the little Omega who was trembling in the middle of a circle of three hungry predators.

Proserpina scoffed, swatting his hands away from her, “Quit it. I don't do hugs–” Alastor suddenly dropped forward like a tidal wave threatening to pull her down with him, arms wrapping around her waist. He was practically a koala–a six foot tall koala–as he all but threw himself on her, legs sprawled uselessly on the ground and all of his weight bearing down on her. She gave him her driest, blankest stare, eyes boring holes down at his stupidly smiling face, “Happy now?” Alastor simply hummed, nuzzling her stomach contentedly, a strange vibrating sort of noise coming from his chest… and forget the comparison about a koala or the fact that he is technically a wolf, he reminded her of a giant

Alastor tries using his tail to hit me and turning his neck to grab onto me but I am in a good spot that he cannot reach me. I mind link Maliyah to stop but I am too late as Alastor has noticed her and he uses his tail to hit her right into Aspen, sending them both across the field. Alastor let’s out a growl and rolls onto his back, making me let go as I feel bones breaking from him crushing me. Alastor gets back on all fours and uses his teeth to grab my body and pierce my skin. I know this is it. “I love you Katerina,” I mind link before everything goes dark.

I looked at Alessandro who shook his head, not understanding what the woman was talking about. “You are yet to tell her, aren’t you?” Esther asked, looking at her children. She kept her eyes on Alaric for a second, and shook her head in question. “For a man who has looked for a solution to change himself from the monster…” “I am no monster, nor am I going to use her to heal or lose who I am.” He said, making both Alessandro and I frown. “I am sorry, what?” I asked, stopping the two of them. “What are you two talking about?”

He just completely disregarded his question. He then looked meaningfully at her. "Just visiting." "Who?" Celeste asked curiously. Allastair's gaze shifted towards her. "I am here to get my property." "Let's talk privately." Don Andres said and came closer to Allastair. The man was still standing and looking at her. Celeste quickly held her father's hand to stop him. "Papa!" "Hija, can you give us a moment please?" Celeste was quite worried. Her father was clearly enraged, but she got the impression he was asad.She looked at her father and then at the man standing next to him, who was just staring at her without saying a single word.

Kitty snaps at him, dabbing at her eyes as she turns bright red. "How was your nap Cupcake?" Alastaire asks me. "Did you see me in your dreams? I know I've been seeing you in mine." "Gross!" Says Kitty. "Save the lame pick up lines for your groupies Al. And put on some clothes." "Do NOT call me Al," Alastaire says with a pout. It takes me a moment to realize he's totally shirtless, his lightly tanned skin beaded with perspiration and his golden blonde hair held back messily in a headband.