Alastor Christmas Novels & Stories

“I shut my eyes, and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids, and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes, and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed. And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) Her laughter reverberates across the room as she throws her head back and screams, “Lana’s going to drop dead, and all the world will drop dead…” Chest heaving Lucifer wraps his hand around her throat and lifts her to her toes. “Shut your sodding mouth!” he growls. His eyes glow like crimson flames as he leads us to

He set the document on the desk and looked at me with an unreadable expression. "From the elder council," he said. I looked down at it. The language was formal, old, weighted with the kind of gravity that only came from centuries of use. A summons. No…a request. "When is the winter gathering?" I asked. "Christmas Eve." Christmas Eve. The night a florist had gone home to cook a surprise dinner and found her fiancé in bed with her best friend. The night she'd walked into a hotel lobby with nothing left and bumped into a stranger who'd offered her a contract and a way out, and…

Pain flared, but I began chanting words the old woman fed me, strange syllables that felt ancient on my tongue. “Lunara sanguis, vinculum aeternum, Revela viam, umbras dissipa. Crescentis ignis, cor meum vocat, Per tenebras noctis, Vaelira duc eum ad me!” It was very hard to chant continuously. I felt a resistant force and my mind kept slipping. The woman’s voice grew urgent. “The spell blocking you is too strong. Cut deeper. Focus harder!”

"I don't believe so. I'm not sure because you haven't found your mate yet." “Didnt you know I'm Caleigh Sanders? I am Alpha Chaste's mate!” she shouted angrily dashing into my side. She raised her right hand to punch me but I sidetracked causing her hand to pass me and her body was brought with her. "Oopss", I teased her. She gritted her teeth and face her back at me. I heard her murmur strange words making me worry a bit. "She's a witch." those words… she's a witch, I realized to myself. I have to be cautious around this girl.

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

“It’s not my fault if my body doesn’t want to! But I can assure you, my head and heart are in this. Untie me. I won’t run away or do anything.” “Shut up and just do as you are told.” Agatha hissed. “Now take her out of here!” “So this is just my fucking role here, to check if someone is lying.” Alastor scoffed in a loud voice while the witches were taking me off the pole and tying my hands again. I was calling on my spirits to tell me what to do next, but they were not saying anything. And with Alastor capable of appearing and disappearing around me, I had no way to get away from him. He could just snap my neck in an instant if he wanted to.

“No, you are not crazy,” Alastor said about to take a step forward towards her but seeing the expression of wonderment, confusion and wariness on her face, he sighed and stayed put, “Please brace yourself for what you are going to see next.” He said and then taking a deep breath in he closed his eyes and opened it again when Vevina saw that they were once again pitch black. She wanted to ask what was the trick that he was using to do it when she saw that Alastor’s hands that had been hanging on both his sides slowly started shaking. The nails elongated along with the fingers as hair sprouted out covering his wrist and the rest of it slowly started looking more and more like that of a beast’s

2 Weeks Later Laila sat curled into the corner of her sofa, a soft cream-colored throw blanket draped across her lap as Laya leaned heavily against her side. The Christmas lights she hadn’t quite found the heart to take down yet glowed softly around the living room, casting warm gold and red reflections across the walls. The tree was gone, the ornaments packed away, but the lights remained—small reminders of a season that had changed more than just the calendar. Her phone, propped up against a candle on the coffee table, rang, vibrating slightly against the wood.

Another shouted, “It is attacking. The decorations are alive.” I shouted back, “I told you Christmas was dangerous.” Garlands towered over us in fluffy, glittering mounds. A random wreath popped into existence and smacked Lucian in the face. He sputtered. “Aveline.” “This is not my fault,” I said quickly. “Earth holidays are cursed.” The garlands continued multiplying. Someone screamed, “Save yourselves.” Another shouted, “Grab the Alpha.” Another yelled, “Do not grab the Alpha, he will be furious, save someone else.”

And everywhere, that sense of someone just existing, not living. No Christmas decorations. No personal photos except that one of Sarah in the bedroom she glimpsed through an open door. She found him on the back porch, sitting on the steps, staring at nothing. He wore jeans and a thermal shirt, no coat despite the cold. He didn't look up when she approached. "You shouldn't be here," he said quietly. "You didn't come to church. Dad's worried." "I couldn't." He finally looked at her, and the torment in his eyes made her chest ache. "I couldn't sit there with your family, pretending everything's normal, when all I can think about is—" He stopped. "You need to leave, Ayana."