Alastor Demon Novels & Stories

Zalakai rested a hand over his chest before he nodded to the lesser Demon, "What's he in for?" "He was sent back after possessing a priest." His father's eyes sparkled for a moment, "An Exorcist." "Not any Exorcist." The shadow Demon squeaked out, "But the Exorcist." He stated. "Rayleigh." Zalakai mumbled softly. "I didn't ask you here initially about the Exorcist, Zalakai." His father stood beside him now, "This Demon had been spewing nonsense about that Witch you have imprisoned."

Alexander snorted sarcastically, his eyes radiating endless darkness. "It turns out that your long life has not made your eyes completely blind, Old Fossil," growled Death, pressing the sole of his shoe deeper until Valerius' veins burst. "My blood is indeed not as pure as those of you who worship the moon. Half of my spirit is the abyss of the Tartarus Trench itself. That is why a thousand mortal Alphas will never be able to touch a strand of my Queen's hair as long as I breathe." Valerius widened his eyes in horror. Tartarus. The void where demons and pre-Titan gods and goddesses are buried. Alexander Sterling is a genetic anomaly between the strongest demon spirit and an ancient wolf. No

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.”

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

But his shock gave way to a wan of smile which was more sinister and dangerous than the shock. He spread his hands and his long black villainous jacket began to form a crevice and rip apart. His body cracked and sinews moved. His fingernails narrowed into saber claws. They were large, hairy, and dangerously clawed hands of a beast. He bent like an animal and headed into the woods. ‘A werewolf?’ Jesse asked, wide-mouthed. ‘ But it is almost dawn?’ ‘ Don’t be so dumb’ Jake snarled ‘ he is a demon. Alvaro is very lucky that he did not, as he normally did on several occasions, come here alone. Take care of Alvaro while I take care of him!’

“You are so subtle.” “I know,” I offered him before his lips met mine. He tasted like sweat and honey. I pulled him closer to me, attempting to topple him into the tub with me. “You can just ask, you know.” Alastor stood back up leaving me to watch him. He gripped the back of his shirt with one hand and tore it off over his head. His muscles slightly rolled and flexed with every moment. His body was speckled with scars, which I found so sexy. He rolled down his shorts and underwear at the same time. His delicious colossal cock sprung free. His whole body shimmered in faint sweat, it made my mouth water.

she asked in a fake sweet voice, making me wish I could speak in this form. I had a mountain of insults weighing on my chest. A dominant, vicious growl that had my knees shaking ripped out of Trevor’s chest, making a few of the rogues take a step back and my dear aunt Serena noticed, giving Trevor a death glare. “You ready love?” Trevor asked as I felt heat coming off of him, “ready” I said, feeling my magic surface, ready to summon my fire. One of the benefits of being my demon Alpha’s mate is my flames were able to take on the form of hell fire, and it was that much harder to put out.

Logan reached back blindly and caught her wrist. The contact steadied him and her at once. The creature noticed. Its eyes narrowed. “There it is,” it murmured. “The missing piece.” Cold spread through Lydia’s spine. “What are you?” she asked. The ancient eyes fixed on her fully. “I have been called many things.” Elira’s voice cut across the clearing. “Do not answer him. Do not bargain. Do not listen.” The creature ignored her. “To your kingdom, I am nightmare.” It tilted its head. “To him... I am blood.”

A cry bubbled up from my throat. Nicolas made his way over to me slowly and changed from an aloof soldier into someone showing compassion. He knelt down beside me, his eyes level with mine. "Don't cry," he whispered to me. "It makes the wolf hungry." I looked up at him through tear-blurred eyes. "He's a monster!" "He's an Alpha," Nicolas corrected softly. "And he's offering you the protection of the largest pack in the country. It's far more than most humans ever get."