Alastor Chibi Novels & Stories

“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.

This beast has turned my own wolf against me? "I will murder that fiend," I vow. "Zachary!" Justin calls out from down the hall. When I look back, I could've sworn he's staring at a ghost. But he's looking right at me. "Alpha. Do not shift. Please... I beg you. "It's you, right?" "Yes. Of course, it's me. Why, is something wrong?" I lift both my hands to look at them. No claws of steel. All normal. He ignores my question and asks breathlessly,

Al said, staring intently at the iron cage. Inside the cage, the purplish-black mist had transformed into a giant four-legged demon beast. The monster had two heads, namely the head of a male lion and a goat with long horns. The two front legs were the lion's feet, while the hind legs were the goat's. The tail was long in the shape of a snake. Al looked wide-eyed and with a pale face. “Shit! Chimera!" swore Al. "What?" asked Keefe after finishing the Dragon Potion from the bottle.

“You can't touch me. I'm married to Erus Bloodton. You know he is the Alpha, he won't spare you if you harm me.” The beast laughs and gets even closer to me, it feels like my blood dries up from fear. “I'm not scared of the Bloodton Alpha. My Master has a great reward for whoever brings you back, and I want that reward.” He reaches out and grabs my hand, but I shriek and try to push him away. He gets mad and slaps me across my face, it's a slap unlike any that I have ever felt. It is so heavy a slap that it induces a nosebleed and dizziness.

he paused chuckling at the way my heart beat raggedly against its ribcage. “Fuck you!” I spat giving him a knee jack in the place where the sun doesn’t shine before running off while placing my hand on my chest trying to steady my racing heart. Who the hell was that guy? And why was I feeling beneath him? Could he be an Alpha? Nope. Not. I manage to get myself home in one piece ignoring the greetings I got from the servant and weird looks at my infused shoulder. I took slow steps towards the stairs inwardly praying that I don’t come across my uncle or aunt, I already had too much for the day.

I was clueless about what to do, but somehow I managed to take up the responsibility, appointing my uncle, Venom, as my Beta. All of these happened fourteen years ago, and being back here after my supposed death returned those haunting memories. It was even more terrible seeing it from Henri’s perspective. “Hello!” My cousin, Alana, greeted me with a smile. Beside her stood her mother, Maria, my mother's younger sister, who cast a wary glance my way as soon as I stepped forward. My expression softened as I looked at the six-year-old girl, but then I remembered that I was Henri, and he had never met her. So, I just waved at the little girl, before facing the rest of the people in the main hou

She greeted him, giving him a professional smile, and then turned to me in confusion when he didn't say anything. "Damon, what are you doing by bringing your personal assistant here ...?" He asks while staring at her in resentment. "She is a werewolf," I dryly said, giving him reassurance. He blinked and stared at me in astonishment, then back at Rechel for a few seconds before his lips curled into a smirk, saying, "Now I can guess why you are one of the smartest and strongest Alpha". I nodded in approval as I turned to look at my beautiful mate. Her eyes are on me, not understanding anything.

I thought, and just as I expected, Alpha Atlas’ presence was announced, before he walked in, presenting himself in the air of a ruler. Alpha Atlas was accompanied by a young man. The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the air stiff. My people stared at Alpha Atlas with horror, like he was a walking disaster. ‘What a bastard. He is letting his scent flow. Does he intend to show everyone his strength? Does he intend for a peace talk, or does he yearn for war?’. I thought, because Atlas' intentions were clear to me. “Daxter. Isn't it my good old buddy? How have you been doing?”. Atlas asked Daxter, with a smug look on his face, and with his arms spread out shamelessly while he made that face