Alastor Demon Novels & Stories

“You can’t deceive me, what is your name?” “My name is Jonathan Shaw…” “I command you in the name of Jesus Christ, tell me your name!” he ordered with his voice slightly raised. Father William splashed Holy Water on him and holds a wooden crucifix on Jonathan’s chest. The Cross burned his skin as he talked in pain, trying to resist the powers of the Almighty. He held on for twenty minutes till he can no longer withstand the pain anymore. He shouted. “Alastor…” the demon yelled out the name with a growl.

he replies, his tone filled with cryptic satisfaction. His eyes lock onto mine, the fiery glow within them dancing with a malevolent spark. "It would be best if you take a seat while I enlighten you," Aster declares, his voice resonating with a chilling certainty. I ignore him and continue to stubbornly stand there as he begins to speak. "I am a demon, and I've formed a pact with King Stellan. And it's all because of you." Confusion and apprehension flood my mind as his words hang in the air. I struggle to make sense of his claims, desperately searching for answers amidst the haze of confusion and anxiety.

“Not so fast.” We look up and see Alastor in his human form. He has a malicious grin as I see his eyes turn red. He is going to cook us alive. As he prepares to throw a fireball at us he is struck in the shoulder with an ice spear. He growls and glares at Maliyah. “Wait your turn my dear niece.”

I calmly asked Alastor glanced at me, "What do you think? I'll do what i've always wanted." "What is it you have always wanted?" I whispered, detangling his hair with my fingers. He smiled, "To rule, to control and... to kill." "You want to rule every creature in existence?" I inquired calmly. He jingled his head, "No, I want to rule over demons and bring them into our world. I rubbed my sweaty palms together, inhaling sharply, bringing demons in, is killing every other creature existing, because the only thing demons do is kill, and that's why they were separated from us in the first place... they belong in hell.

It was hard keeping my focus on that, knowing what was to come. Alester stepped into my room with that purple goo again and I freaked the fu.ck out. I used the shadow I had just been working on to grab the flask and squeeze it till it broke. The purple good spilled onto my carpet and Alester's eyes, no lie, turned full on red. He looked almost like a demon, his teeth sharp and his throat looked like it glowed orange. That wasn't on any file I read in his lab. "What are you?" "Oh Zerena, did you really think I was human all these years? Tsk tsk. I thought you were smarter than that." He said almost disappointed. "I'm half demon."

“What’s wrong?” “I need you.” Bast’s voice cracked. “What is it?” “Please come.” Bast spun on his heel and there was a mix of urgency and fear in his posturing. Alazar automatically followed him. A wary look on his face as he sensed the gravity of the situation. “Have the demons found the stronghold.” “No.” Bast said tonelessly. “Then what?” “Just come.” Bast’s body contorted as he leapt into the form of the panther. Alazareth followed suit, becoming the gray and brown wolf he preferred.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

"You dropped it. You’re careless and irresponsible." Alice caught up to him, panting. "You pushed me!" He smirked. "And you’re still alive, aren’t you?" She groaned. "Ugh. You’re impossible." "I’m a demon. Not your therapist." "Still, you could be a bit more considerate. We’re pals, right?" Paimon flinched like she’d stabbed him. Pals? "We are not friends," he snapped, jabbing her in the chest. "I’m a Demon, Alice. You’re a fragile little creature."

Despite the grandeur of the room, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of unease that even the ancient walls could not contain. El-Kharis sat at one end of the table, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the other members of the Council. To his left sat Zareon, the Demon of Earth, his massive frame nearly blending with the stone of his chair. His presence was as immovable as the mountains he commanded. To El-Kharis's right was Azazel, the demoness whose allure was as dangerous as her cunning. She avoided El-Kharis's gaze, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.

I was given and redirected over to a seat at the extreme. I sat my ass, pretending as if I was to the shot which I had ordered, but my ears were inclined all over the inn. "Alpha White is trying to defeat the demon's clan forever trying to steal from the pack's land." Party A uttered "Erm..."Someone cleared his throat from behind. They both turned to look at him. "The alpha will reward anyone who knows a way they might defeat the demon's clan."