Alastor Hazbin Hotel Full Body Novels & Stories

I heard Deucalion’s voice ask from behind me. Just as I turned to answer him, all the torches, candle stands, and chandeliers in the hall went out leaving us in total darkness. I tried to navigate my way around the darkness for a few seconds but before I could make it to Valerian, I felt someone seize me by the neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Illyria!!”

I let go of his shirt, stepped back, and looked up at him with every single thing I had left. "I said," I repeated, loud enough for the room to hear every syllable, "Over my dead body, Hockey Alpha!"

Her Siren genes definitely contribute to her exotic look, with her voluptuous figure, tilted cat-eyes, and full lips. My lip quirks, “Hello.” Azazel rises from his perch and wraps his arms around her waist. “Hello, gorgeous. Lucifer just stopped in to talk. Did I miss a date?” She gives him a loving smile and reciprocates his embrace. “No, I just wanted to see you because I was missing you. Is that a problem?” Azazel’s eyes gleam with love as he caresses his fingers down her silken jaw. It’s almost disconcerting how lovestruck he looks. “Of course not, my love. You know that I miss you every moment that we are apart.”

Added one more line, because the evidence demanded it even if I wasn't ready for what it meant: Which means they knew I was coming. Before Alastor did.

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

With a wave of my hand, I seized her trembling body and began drawing back the astral power she had stolen. Her enchanting, ethereal beauty dissolved in an instant, leaving her face a grotesque, rotting mask. The crowd recoiled, some screaming at the sight of her ghastly transformation. As my astral power fully returned, I stood radiant, my body surrounded by a golden glow. Juliana crumpled to the floor, her hands clasped in a desperate plea. "Astral Maiden Elara, please! I've spent centuries cultivating just to take human form! "Now that you've regained your astral power, there's no need to harm a humble spirit like me. Please, spare me!"

••• Aleena’s POV ••• The room shook, and I prayed hard for it not to collapse, or we would all be buried alive. Thankfully, my prayer was answered, and the room stilled after long moments of shaking. The dust began settling, and once it settled, there was no more Uncle Cain. There was only Zalarus, the Demon King, in front of us. Zalarus had long black hair, eyes as black as the night with no white part, chiseled facial features, and tattoos all over his bare upper body. He actually looked mesmerizing, if not for the vicious aura surrounding him.

I didn't need to call him twice, Alastor appeared immediately. “Melonie,” he called. “I missed you so much, I thought I'd never see you again.” As I stood there, I felt a pair of arms wrap tightly around me, holding me close. It was as if Alastor was trying to merge our bodies into one, to make us inseparable. The hug was fierce, passionate, and all-consuming. His arms around me were trembling slightly, and I could feel the warmth of Alastor's breath on my skin. It was as if he was pouring all his emotions into this one hug as if he was trying to convey the depth of his feelings without words.

"My sincere greetings for your return, your majesty. Alastor, executor of sentences, and his eternal subject.” I just nodded, quickly recording the features of the other two males. One of them had the head of a lion and five legs, without a body. The bare feet above the head were motionless, although the fingers moved and squirm every second. The other was a hybrid species of human with leopard, with the head of an animal, human body, and sharp claws. I threw the image in the back of my head and pretended not to be surprised, I pretended that nothing else shook me in that hell, which I had already seen and lived many lives to care about creatures with absurdly ugly features. Deep down, I jus

He thought. Lucifer looked at him feeling his confusion. "Are you alright baby?" "I am it's just something, maybe I'm just exhausted." He said feeling skeptical. Lucifer looked at him worriedly then used his magic to heal his body from the strain last night. As Allistair felt the course of fallen yet divine energy inside his body he leaned closer to his mate feeling secured.