Alastor Christmas Novels & Stories

Serendipity nodded, tearing her eyes away from the structure at last and smiling into those familiar green ones. As Corey led her inside, they were instantly greeted by dozens of working elves, each of whom called out, “Merry Christmas!” which Serendipity would have found rather odd considering Christmas was over months ago were she not standing in Santa’s Workshop at the North Pole. Instead, she answered with a jolly, “Merry Christmas!” in return. She noticed, and found it rather odd, that though Corey always acknowledged the speaker, he only chose to say, “Hello,” or “Good evening,” in response, never “Merry Christmas.”

Added one more line, because the evidence demanded it even if I wasn't ready for what it meant: Which means they knew I was coming. Before Alastor did.

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

Noelle standing beneath a Christmas tree, smiling as blood drips onto ornaments. Pastor Gideon younger, carving wards with shaking hands. A child—me—sleeping while shadows argue over my future. I stagger. “Stop,” I whisper. “That’s too much.” It will only grow heavier, the voice says, if you do not choose how to carry it.Anger flares. “Everyone keeps telling me to choose. No one tells me how.” The frost-field ripples again—and a shape steps forward. Not human.Not monstrous. Tall, robed in starlight and snow, its face a blur of overlapping reflections. When it speaks, the sound is layered—many voices, one truth.

"Why we shouldn't look back?" Alastor smiled at her question and whispered in her ear,"because the soul's of dead beings are wondering in this river. If you'll look back, you'll witness a scary skeletons floating in air and they'll drag you inside with them, eating your every flesh!" "Woah, momma I am scared." She hugs him tightly, burying her face in his cloak. Alastor laughed and his campaigns laughed too... But there was someone who was sitting silently, and glaring at Alexa.

I was looking for him, but I was not the only one. A presence shifted behind me. I did not turn immediately. There was no need. “You think too loudly,” a familiar voice said. I exhaled slowly. “You always appear where you are not welcome.” Alastor stepped into view with his usual calm, the kind that came from knowing most people could not touch him even if they tried. Apostle of Ra. Exiled on paper, tolerated in practice. “That is an interesting complaint,” he replied. “Coming from a man who treats contracts like loose guidelines.”

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

Ethan remained motionless under my blows, even grabbing my hand to slap his own face. "Amelia, hit me harder. If it makes you feel better, you can even take my life..." His eyes were filled with desperation and a plea for redemption, like a lost child begging for forgiveness. "Do you remember this?" I asked coldly, my voice dripping with mockery. Ethan stared blankly at the pumpkin pie in my hand, clearly confused. "Heidi made this herself. She was planning to give it to you during the Thanksgiving dinner," I explained, trembling with emotion. "But she never got the chance..."

Is that the reason why his pale face is covered in Blush? Who could the unlucky bumpkin be? “Heyyy…Heyyy..Heyyy..Earth to Alastor….Earth To Alastor..” I called and he immediately snapped out of his so called trance. Instead of his ungrateful self to thank me for breaking that chain, he wanted to bite my arm off, could you imagine. My arm. I snapped it away from him, I mean, how would I drill into girl pussy's without my fingers? “Woah! Did you become more animalistic?” I asked and his glare doubled.

“Damn, it's really dark. Like Dark Dark, normal humans can't see at this rate and the moon is Dark, just the outline to know that it's the moon. Something like an eclipse,” “Oh, no!” Her lips trembled like she knew why the moon was fucking dark. If it has something to do with my mate I swear I'll kill them both and wipe the entire clan of the witches. “I think I know what Alfie is doing,” I balled my hands into a fist, I had zero patience stored within me ready to unleash the greatest demon in me. “Then what the fuck is He planning to do, speak.” “He is trying to open the gates of hell,” Gina gasped, I gritted my teeth, and Dexter took a deep breath.