Alastor Chibi Novels & Stories

"Thank you so much and I also hope that I get to see him soon." She folded the paper and tucked it into her jean pocket. She didn't want to lose the paper. She went back to her dorm room and she took out her planner and checked the first thing on her list. She changed into her comfy clothes and she opened the paper. She saw his face and she was giddy. The paper read, Aron Lanista, twenty-six years old. Alissa thought about it, she was six years older than her, but technically five when her birthday came, she would be twenty-one. Unless his birthday had not yet come to.

"My sincere greetings for your return, your majesty. Alastor, executor of sentences, and his eternal subject.” I just nodded, quickly recording the features of the other two males. One of them had the head of a lion and five legs, without a body. The bare feet above the head were motionless, although the fingers moved and squirm every second. The other was a hybrid species of human with leopard, with the head of an animal, human body, and sharp claws. I threw the image in the back of my head and pretended not to be surprised, I pretended that nothing else shook me in that hell, which I had already seen and lived many lives to care about creatures with absurdly ugly features. Deep down, I jus

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

It was taking too much of me to stand straight before him, but I did my best. My jaw tightened as I came face-to-face with Alastor. He was floating in the air, and I could see his demon form, except that his skin was not entirely black like King Lucius, but that didn’t make him less terrifying. ‘Do not give him an idea you are my female.’ I blinked to send this mindlink to Thalia. I had no idea if Alastor knew that shifter’s eyes would fleck with whites when we connected with other minds, and at the moment, I didn’t want to put anyone in danger. So I shut off my mindlink as soon as I sent the message to my female.

he smirked. "That's right... mimicry." Chaol raised a glass. "I'm surprised you knew about that." "Are you a vampire? Or a werewolf?" Asty asked, agitated. "Mhmm... a combination of the two. But I don't grow those ears and hairy bushes of tail behind me." "That's unusual, what are you then?" "Chaol. Just Chaol. A moonchild." "Right." Asty took a cookie and proceeds to bite them. "Do the women you slept with know about it too?"

I guess their relationship is back on then. I feel a pang of something – jealousy maybe – and it must be showing clearly on my face, because Alastaire takes the phone back and checks the photo. "My mistake!" he says, swiping his finger across the screen. "Wrong one." He swipes a few times and stops on an innocent photo of his beloved pug Charlie curled up on a chewed-to-bits pillow, like a really big ugly baby bird in a nest of feathers and shredded fabric. I've seen this photo like a million times before – it's Alastaire's Twitter and Tumblr profile picture. It's nothing new.

The first girl voices my thoughts and her pouting friend's eyes go wide. "Me too. Can you imagine Abaddon helping move you into all the right positions? I'd get them wrong on purpose just to have him touch me." The third girl says, making the pouring girl grin. "It wouldn't be Abaddon though, it would be Alpha Eligor." She laughs and they all shudder. "You know he's screwing their maid." The third girl lowers her voice. "Even with Grace in the house." "The Alpha dips his wick anywhere he wants. I heard my parents talking and even when Luna Kateline was alive, he was sleeping around. It's gross." The first girl shakes her head in disgust and then they're interrupted when our teacher bangs on

she said. What exactly was she thinking? “Is he also a werewolf? Mr. Chester?” she asked, perplexed. I nodded. “Yes. And they call him Alpha.” Immediately she stood up, her mouth parting slightly as she blinked rapidly. “Do you even know what an Alpha means in their world?” she asked. I shook my head. “It means their ruler—the one in command,” she said. That didn’t surprise me much, considering the way Mrs Lucy had treated him, with a kind of reverence, almost like a deity.

“That is Cassiel Veythar. You've already had an interaction with him, the Prince of wrath, son of Satan.” I watched him walk alone, till he got to an empty table and sat down. Lizard-like beings balancing plates on their heads moved quickly, dropping the feast on his table, even as he watched them, bored. “He's usually with his cousin, Baelith but I guess he's not giving us an appearance tonight. Oh good,” Alstra said happily. One of the lizard-like creatures carried a small plate to me. Its eyes looked like it was popping out of its head, a forked drooling tongue slobbering on the ground. It hesitated, stopping just before it got to me.

"Alpha, your Luna can heal herself. I can only stabilize and make sure she's doing well, but unlike the other attack that was caused by a rogue, you're an Alpha; you have more dominance over her, and her immune system is" . I hissed, clutching his collar, "I don't fucking care how you make sure she gets better." Axel and Clause try to pull me off while the doctor stares at me in horror, giving me a curt nod. "Do I make myself clear?" I question my tune venomous. "Yes Alpha" I pushed him off, wiggling off the hold Axel and Clause had on me before walking my way out of the air, feeling uncomfortably choked. I bumped into Damien outside, his stare dripping with piety, one that he knew how much