Alastor Christmas Novels & Stories

The night atmosphere was getting quieter and more peaceful. The cold air enveloped Bibury Village, with soft snow falling from the dark sky. The streetlights illuminated the path covered in thin snow, providing a magical atmosphere typical of Christmas Eve. In the midst of the silence, small footsteps could be heard, shattering the silence of the snow beneath them. Stefany, a beautiful and graceful teenage girl, was walking slowly towards her house. The thick jacket she was wearing protected her from the cold, while a red scarf wrapped around her neck.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe. "Werewolves." My cousin whispered dramatically, leaning forward so the younger kids hung on her every word. "They hunt in the night, their eyes glowing red, their claws sharp enough to tear through bone. And when they catch you..." She paused, lowering her voice to a chilling whisper. "...They drink your blood and turn you into werewolves!!" The children shrieked in unison, clutching each other, their wide eyes reflecting the firelight. My cousin burst into laughter, clearly pleased with herself.

Asmo woke up the next day feeling energized and calm. The Carols night, which turned into The Seven Confessions of the Fallen Angels, helped lift the weight of Asmo's past transgressions. Now, he had the clearest conscience on the block, giving him the confidence to say, "Merry Christmas, Devils! Rise and shine. Come on, your chores won't do themselves. It's Christmas day again!"

The washed-up alpha and his pack stood handing out aid to the town folk while boy wonder headed towards the source of everyone's anguish. "Let's see how Mr High 'N' Mighty fares against hellfire, shall we!" I retorted with a chuckle; staying in the shadows, I followed the turd to the church grounds. The horror that spread across his face as he looked up at the ominous flames was hysterical! "Call yourself an Alpha, yet you quiver and shake at the sight of a tiny fire!" I laughed to myself, watching him curiously.

Winters raised a hand and coughed–wait that was a laugh, right? Holy shit. …Holy shit. Even the way she laughed was so sexy–so unfair! Alastor laid his head against her's with a contented hum, his eyes half-lidded as they began to walk together, arm in arm. To anyone who'd ever see them right now, they would assume that they were a normal couple out for a midnight stroll... in the middle of nowhere. And it was nice. But noooo– Alastor groaned, “For real, why can't you just kidnap me like Hades did with your mom? You wouldn't have to give me apples just to stay, you know? I’d even ask for you to let me stay!”

I said and about to turn my back at him when he suddenly grabs my arm tightly. “You’re not going anywhere, Christmas,” he said at his dark aura. “Get off me!” I yelled, trying to get my arm at him, “What is your problem?!” “I’d been waiting for this moment, Christmas.” He grabs my other arm and pull me closer to him. “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked confused, still trying to release myself from his hands. “You see the picture, right? Are you not curios, why there’s a red circle in you?”

“I’ll probably stand on my own feet, even. I’m a dance floor hazard.” “No, I mean, only one of us needs to know the steps. You can stand on my feet,” Alastaire says, pointing down at his feet, clad in roman style gladiator leather sandals, which I assume is to match the white toga-ish thing he has going on with the angel costume. “Trust me,” he says. “Hitch a ride. It’ll be fun.”

He stared silently without a word, as if he didn't hear me. Then the indistinct chatter and footsteps behind me drew my attention. I looked back. Three tattered looking men stood across the alley. They reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. Their eyes swept over me, a creepy smile spreading across their faces. It felt as though they didn't notice the strange man. “Hey, beautiful…” one of them said as they stepped forward. “What are you doing here all alone, huh?” Another one said. “Do you need a place to sleep tonight, hmm? We can celebrate Christmas together,” The third one said as they approached me.

I kept turning and I didn't realize when I had fallen asleep. The next morning, Atlas woke me up. He told me his family were leaving and they were going for a charity event . I kept staring at Atlas the whole time. Was he a wolf? But I couldn't smell his wolf. I was confused about the whole situation. If they were not werewolves how can I explain what I had seen? At the breakfast table, I kept staring at Atlas. I wondered if he would heal fast after if I cut him. If he does then I'd know that they are werewolves.