Alastor Creepy Novels & Stories

Alastor moved through it all like he'd been here a thousand times, -–well he probably does— leading us down alleys and through shadowed passages. Finally, he stopped in front of a nondescript door in a back street. "Here," he said, knocking three times. The door opened a crack. A woman's face appeared. She had sharp features, dark eyes and a scar running down her cheek. "Alastor," she said flatly. "You've got some nerve." "Good to see you too, Sera." He smiled. "Can we come in?" She looked past him at the rest of us, her gaze lingering on me.

“This demon is covered with black magic, so black that I couldn’t breathe while I tried to reach the source of the magic.” “Did you say he is not Alastor?” “Yes. It’s not him.” “I knew it!” He hissed loudly as he threw a punch in the air, his eyes blazing red as smoke rose from his skin. “It was impossible to catch him without him creating chaos!” “He’s up to something, Lucius. He wants us to believe he is dead.” My chest continued heaving as I kept staring at the dead body. The magic wasn’t wearing off. He still looked like Alastor, including the strong aura that was enveloping him. It only meant one thing. Alastor had a black witch or a powerful demon on his side.

The house groaned around us like it was laughing. I screamed until my throat tore raw, thrashing against the weight of three Alphas pinning me to the soaked sheets. Their eyes were pure black voids no whites, no humanity, just endless hunger. Silas’s marble hand crushed my shoulder. Rook’s thick fingers dug bruises into my hips. Wren held my head back, forcing me to stare up at them as they chanted in that horrible, layered voice. “With blood and seed we offer thee. Take the Omega. Break his hope. Feed on his despair.”

In Lalisa’s world now, there were only the burning touches and intoxicating scents of the three Alphas. The flames of desire had been lit under the cool rain, and it seemed they would soon burn everything to ashes… starting with the little Omega who was trembling in the middle of a circle of three hungry predators.

But the only smell I could detect was that of dead corpses and the wetness of these whores' pussies. Nothing else. The ladies began describing the enemies' appearance, revealing their number. "They were three. A terrifying man in a wolf mask and two ladies. One wore a bunny mask, and the other a fox." "The ladies pretended to be strippers like us. It was the fox girl who gave us the pills." "Two ladies and a male?" "Who could that be?" The bosses pondered on, curious to know who this enemy was. I don't know if I was the only one at that moment, but my mind was hinting at Alpha Diego and Anastasia. That man is the only person that fits this kind of horror description. But with two ladies as a

As if on cue, her laughter filled the air, burning through me… light and carefree. Albena. She turned to me, her green eyes shining with joy as she reached out her hand… but her laughter vanished. The world trembled beneath me. Then lips opened in a silent bloodcurdling scream that shattered the peace. She settled her eyes on the heavens. I followed her gaze only to see horror. A balcony stood in the distance. Two figures watched from above—a woman dressed in white, a man beside her. Their faces were familiar, yet blurred by the quickly darkening clouds. A figure emerged from the darkness, silent as death.

“What… What are you planning to do with me?” “Nothing much,” she smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. “I'll just show the world how much of a slut you are. Let's see if Azrael will keep chasing you even after you've been used like a cheap whore.” “No! No! No!” I cried out, thrashing, struggling. Annika’s laughter wrapped dread around my heart as she opened the door once again, and my fear rose to full-blown horror when I realized Rosita didn't come alone. As the door opened, six Alphas stepped in, all wearing masks and one had a camera with him.

“I saw it. A warlock. He cursed your wolf.” Kaelen’s eyes widened with shock . “I never knew…” And then, she saw more. She saw a child, born under a blood moon. Silver-eyed. Marked by prophecy. A warlock standing in the shadows—Dren—chanting over an altar soaked in her blood. Lyra gasped. “He tried to break me even before I was born.” Kaelen reached for her and held on to her tightly. “And he failed.” The light between them surged.

He said and scoff leaving me in shock and confusion "I can smell ur lust and I can feel ur stupid heart race when you look at me but you disgust me.... Do you understand how severe ur stupid actions has caused us..??? You have not only attract demons but other terrifying and vile creatures.... trust me huntress this is not just a stupid romance movie this is horrifying, this is crazy... you better get ur head in the game else you loose it!!!! "He said and pushed me to the side with disgust filled in his face then sat at the far end of the tunnel

He turned him so his face was directly facing me. "Now. Why. Did. You. Touch. Her?" he commanded, his voice laced with anger and authority. "He wants to kill her." he whimpered. And then Ozymandius bought his hand which now had claws and dugged them straight into the monsters neck. The monsters breathing became harsh and within seconds he turned into ashes. I coudnt believe this. Ozymandius was a monster. I burried my face into Alexander's chest and it was not long before I started crying.