Alastor Hazbin Hotel Face Novels & Stories

Their faces look like big blurry shapes in my eyes, and the thumping drums sound like they are miles away inside my head. The master of the hall slides open a thick oak door at the back of the stone corridor, pushing Seraphina and me into a private elder's room. A heavy cherry-wood table sits in the center with two clean horns and a jar of strong fire-mead. At the far end of the table sits Harvey Dunkel. His black leather tunic tightly hugs his massive alpha shoulders, tapering down to his thick belt. His dark mahogany fur-hair is slicked back flat against his skull, showing a wide forehead with a deep scar across the bone. His eyes are a pale, cold amber with heavy eyelids—they look nothing

“Who are you? He asks with his mouth covering my left ear. His voice sends shivers down my whole body. It was tickling and scary at the same time. It is not husky, and neither is it frail. It is just in the middle “… I… I Mm Ivy..” I stutter a response with my face channeling in the opposite direction. He smirks and employs his left hand to brush my face softly. He caresses from the lips and moves to the forehead. “Devour him!!“ Sabrina growls within and wants to take charge hit I hold myself back. From the things I have heard about this beautiful beast, I don’t think I want to change my chances.

Her face had just been used as a hole to ram thick disgusting meat in and out of it until she was finally forced to either swallow or be sprayed by their white smelly goo. “Take it off and see how it looks,” Alastor said, making her look up at him with her curious brown eyes. The look, her faltering nervous touch and the aura of innocence that she radiated almost made Alastor want to skip this part and take her instead but he persevered and stood still feeling his cock be freed from its encasement.

It seemed very disrespectful to me. She walked away with a happy face, and I was about to tiptoe my way to Alpha Sorren’s room when the door opened again. I was barely able to hide this time, breathing hard. I knew it had to be Alpha Harrison, or I was just about to witness something scandalous. I peeped again, and to my shock, it was Alpha Sorren! He was also adjusting his cloth, and I saw a lipstick mark on his neck. My chest started heaving, and my heart was beating faster than ever.

“Sorry. I didn’t want to do this to you.” “Do what, Alistair?” I asked, utterly confused. “Don’t you see it, girl?” the shadow demon spoke in its eerie voice. “He is not Alistair. He is Xolmon, and I am Hepzibah. Benedict Astor sends his regards.” They cackled in unison at me. I was frozen with fear and shock. My spirit friend was the enemy’s servant!

His eyes were glossed over with tears. "Diesel. I don't know what to say. I just watched the wolf I loved turn into a man who...I barely knew. It's a bit overwhelming." He cupped his hand around my jaw. It seemed to fit perfectly there. "But I am Alastor. I just...can be human too. I understand this is all a bit confusing. I'll give you plenty of time to process this but please allow me to take you back to my hospital. Taking you to a human hospital will resort in a police case." He spoke softly. He wasn't wrong. I looked at my bleeding leg and nodded. He scooped me up and turned away from Lucas' dead body. I only caught a glimpse.

Alastair had transformed into a monster of darkness. “This is it,” Alastair sighed long with a wide smile. “I’m alive,” he said in a raspy voice. “What the fuck? You’re still alive?” asked Harlow with a furrowed brow. “I’m no Alastair,” answered the monster with a cackling laugh. Harlow was stunned before he raised a question in whispers. “You’re Lucifer?” The monster turned to me. “Come on, Alexa. We can rule this world together,” he said, reaching a hand toward me.

If that wasn’t suspicious then nothing was. Josh was currently nestled between two guys much bigger than him, making him appear tiny. The guy on the right looked like a real playboy, a smirk coaxing his pretty-boy face. The guy on the left, however, was the complete opposite. This group was already tall as it is, yet this guy was ginormous and it didn’t help that he had a sick scar running across his face. Was this dude even supposed to be in high school? Were any of them really? Sure, they looked young but something about them made them seem much older than perceived. “Hey, I’m Alaster.”

Alastor replied dismissively. “What’s it for?” Ashton pressed. “That’s none of your business,” Alastor shot back, his demeanor shifting to one of irritation. He has to be an alpha since he confidently spoke to Ashton that way, and Ashton appeared to be wary around him. After a moment, Ashton asked out of the blue, “Are you responsible for the note?” “What note?” Alastor asked, puzzled. Either he doesn't know, or he is such a good actor. But we certainly can't tell that yet.

He obeyed. With her mellow touch, the creature allowed her to clean up his face. Asty did so with her tender and delicate touch. She was more than glad to. She knew that he was a Night Hallow. From those beaming red eyes, she knew he was someone that people should stay away from. But she just couldn't. 'Not all of them are wicked as they claim them to be.' As the male's face brightened up, Asty watched in awe when his true appearance flaunted.