Alastor Christmas Novels & Stories

"Your turn to lay back for Santa's ride..." I groaned as Astrella's slick pussy clenched around my spent cock, her juices and my cum already leaking out in a filthy mess between us. She wasn't done, not by a long shot. That wicked grin of hers split wide, eyes flashing like the ornaments on the tree outside our window. The bedroom was bathed in those multicolored twinkles, casting rainbow flecks across her sweat-glistened skin, turning her into my own personal holiday slut show. "Round two, Dax," she purred, lifting off me with a wet pop, my cock springing free shiny and half-hard, strings of our mixed cream connecting us like tinsel. "You're gonna watch Santa's elf bounce on this North Pole

I prepared myself for whatever revelation that was to come. “The Alpha was cursed by the Moon Goddess years ago. We don’t know all of the story but all we know is that he offended her in a very wrong way. I guess you must be wondering why this pack wears dark colors and why we don’t celebrate Christmas?” Charlie let out, asking me. I nodded. “Yes, I am.” I replied, looking at Charlie to carry on but Sarah took over from there.

I said in irritation. "Show her, Clim." Headmaster said for the guy named Clim to nod. A diamond key appeared right in his hand, a familiar zodiac sign was there. "Gate of the Scorpion, I call thee, Scorpio." As he said those words the whole place was engulfed with bright light. As I opened my eyes I saw a guy with peculiar features. He had a tail of a scorpion, it looks scary and poisonous. It had an blank look on it's face while all his clothes are patterned colored black. His expression has the same vibes of it's owner, the intimidating one. Is this real? Am I seeing a half human, half scorpion?

When we got into the basement I first a man sitting in a dark corner with chain all around him, not asking question I follow Asthon to where a woman was siting and laughing hysterically which send shivering down my spine. When she look up and saw Asthon standing there " Oh look it's the Alpha" look directly at me she say " Oh it's the Witch that I almost had for dinner" she went back to her creepy laugh. " What are you doing here Dear? , looking for protection?" Moving closer to the bar she goes" This pack can't protect you from what's coming!" " What exactly is coming?" I spoke for the first time that we walk in the basement. " The Alpha death of course and his pack" she say cheerfully.

That was three years ago and Red has been cleaning up ever since. So instead of screaming, she said softly, “Yes, Mr. Alton.” She finally clocked out at 9:14 p.m. The night air outside was freezing, the city glowing with Christmas lights and careless laughter. She tugged her coat tighter, her breath forming little ghosts in the air as relief washed over her.

LUCAS “Dammit,” I yelled out in frustration. And tiredness too. I had spent the last two days searching for this spell and no one could help me find it. Hell, half the witches I asked didn't even know what it was. At this rate, Mum was going to hear about it because I had asked way too many people. I was desperate now. The spell Max talked about was called the Lunarry spell. It was a spell meant for breaking magical bonds, not specific to the bracelet, and from the study, I had just done on it, if I got the spell, my problem would be solved.

Alastor growled impatiently. "Only a kiss. Do not touch me." My heart was bleeding. Marcel, please forgive me. Lisa began to sing. Her voice was melodious. The lyrics was gripping at my heart, tugging at my soul. She was asking me to hold on. But I leaned in. And I kissed Alastor's lips. He groaned, grabbing my waist. "You taste so freaking good, baby. I can't wait to fuck you." I was disgusted, but I didn't let it show.

“Alright, what about exchanging gifts? So, you let me give you a present in exchange for the Roadster. What do you say?” V’s right eyebrow immediately shot up. “I’d accept a handkerchief from you just so you accept my Christmas present, princess.” “Well, what I’ll offer you is a little more exciting than just a handkerchief, V.” “Ok, let’s hear it.” Siel whispered into V’s ear, and the Alpha’s face showed shock, amazement, and delight all at the same time. “Are you SURE, Elena? That can’t possibly… I mean, coming from you…”

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she