Alastor Crying Novels & Stories

My eyes were blurred while Kari grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "Holy shit! Danny are you okay!?" She yelled over something. It sounded like sobbing. Was I crying? Sure enough, I was choking on my tears. She hugged me and pulled me away from the door. I focused on my breathing and tried to compose myself. Alastor was not happy, to say the least. He was growling, snarling, and snapping at everyone that wasn't me. But what matters is that he's in the holding cell and I'm still alive. Once I stopped crying, I walked toward the holding cell. Alastor was sitting in the back corner, glaring at everyone till his eyes landed on me. A look of determination flashed in his eyes. But it was gone mere

I feel my eyes dilate, and know they have turned from black to blood red in my fury. Aleister turns his face up towards mine and a sadistic smile spreads across it, “Their screams are the prettiest you know. The little girls. So high-pitched and alluring. And they screamed, my king, they screamed the whole time.” He bursts into a fit of laughter, cackling like a mad man.

"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.

It was so agonising that tears gathered by her eyes. "M-My hand"- she croaked out with a gasp as she lifted her now blistered hand. A cry escaped her mouth at the horrid sight. "You signed a magical contract didn't you?" Hector quickly and calmly grasped her hand, "I need you to tell me who you signed it with, otherwise"-. "It was with me". A cold, booming voice broke their attention from her blistered hand and to the face of Alastair. He looked mad. Not the teasing annoyed self he usually carried, but a man capable of murder.

Xerxes saw Alesteria's eyes, cheeks, and nose were bright red, and her dress was crumpled from her grasping them by the hem. She was hiccupping and crying at the same time, making her breathing ragged and her chest constantly rising. This is the first time Xerxes saw Alesteria cry and he knew that he didn't want to see it ever again. "What is going on here?" Xerxes' voice boomed inside the room making Aldrich and Aimilios turn their head towards the door. Alesteria stopped crying for a second as she turned to Xerxes, then she did something that would totally play in her favor.

He stared at a single photo and gently touches it. “I... I wasn’t able to do anything before, I’m so afraid I’ll do it again. I wasn’t able to fight for you before, will I do the same again? I don’t want to lose you again, but what if I’ll be reason for that to happen? Madeline... tell me what to do. I miss you.” Aleister started crying as he hugs the photo album. “You know what, I went to the bar earlier. I wanted to drink and I was hoping that I’ll get drunk, so that I could forget my problems even for just a bit, but what do I expect? A vampire can’t get drunk.”

Was it necessary? My questions lost in my mind as a contact of a chilly finger on my chin sent shudder down my spine. Alastair lifted my face while his gaze bored into mine. That stare.. it held something strange that engulfed my pain, but at the same time caused the tears that I had been trying to hold back to stream uncontrollably down my cheeks. Shit. Shit. Shit. I shouldn't cry. Not in front of him... not in front of everyone. "I promise, I am more fun than that bastard." Those words slipped Alastair's lips, hardly audible.

she cried, curling herself in a corner, in a failed attempt to block the belt from hitting her face. Charles has gone blind with rage, his ears are blocked from the sound of his own curses, he can't hear her cries and he can't see her tears or maybe he just refuses to listen, maybe he just refuses to see her screams fill the silent house with terrifying echoes. The house sobs, and wails along with her, maybe seeing her get hurt, hurt the house, maybe it was just mocking once again reminding her she is nothing but a prisoner to be trapped and tortured in this luxurious house of echoes and screams

"I don't do nice girls, I don't play nice...I play rough like a wild animal and I don't think you're up for it. So quit playing whatever you have in your head and go back to your friends outside. That hurt. He could see it in her eyes, he could see it in the expression of her face. Tears welled up but he didn't do anything as she unwrapped her arms and ran up the stairs.... crying. Guess..He was more than a Demon! TBC

It wasn't just that he tore them apart, his very touch literally turned them into lifeless rock. "Every full moon, the curse burns me," Vergil continued, beginning to pace around me again like a predator circling a trapped deer. "The pain inside my bones is excruciating, It feels like my blood is boiling and the only way to stop the agony is the warmth of blood on my lips and tonight little assassin... your warmth will soothe my pain." "I am not going to become a statue in your bedroom," I growled pulling violently at my chains making them clang against each other.