Alastor Hazbin Hotel Minecraft Skin นิยาย & เรื่องราว

One of them barked. His voice caused chills to descend on me. “I-I don’t know. I just woke up here.” I stammered. Another stepped forward. “Goddess, look at his skin." he said, looking at me with shock mixed with disgust. "What kind of skin is this?" I heard someone growl. “A beta with no wolf. No crest. No scent of pack. And a strange skin.” Came another voice. “Abomination,” someone spat, his carmine eyes glittering with hate. “No one in Torguyl has this skin. He could be a demon, or worse.”

It was taking too much of me to stand straight before him, but I did my best. My jaw tightened as I came face-to-face with Alastor. He was floating in the air, and I could see his demon form, except that his skin was not entirely black like King Lucius, but that didn’t make him less terrifying. ‘Do not give him an idea you are my female.’ I blinked to send this mindlink to Thalia. I had no idea if Alastor knew that shifter’s eyes would fleck with whites when we connected with other minds, and at the moment, I didn’t want to put anyone in danger. So I shut off my mindlink as soon as I sent the message to my female.

The cold air of the lab touched my skin as I unraveled the silk bindings that had hidden my identity for so long. Dorian turned briefly to a cabinet and retrieved a thick glass jar. Inside was a viscous silver liquid that seemed almost alive. “What is that?” I asked, uneasy, crossing my arms over my chest. “This is Skin-Alchemist,” Dorian explained, slipping on thin medical gloves. “A high-level synthetic skin. Once applied, the liquid will harden, flatten your chest, and perfectly blend with your natural skin tone and texture. Even the sharpest wolf’s sense of smell won’t detect the difference.”

But Lucifer noticed. His dark gaze shifted toward Allistair, and the possessive intensity in his eyes made it painfully clear that he had caught that lingering stare. Allistair knew exactly what that look meant. Lucifer’s eyes said everything his voice did not. Mine. And then, right in front of everyone, Allistair transformed again. His skin was pale, unnaturally pale, like flawless porcelain untouched by sunlight, almost glowing faintly beneath the moonlight that bathed the battlefield. It carried an ethereal quality, as though his body had been sculpted from moonlight and frost rather than mortal flesh.

I make a self-satisfied face and brush my hair off my shoulders with one hand. I see Azael with a pool stick in hand, walking towards me, with his particular torn black jeans, a white T-shirt that makes his tattoos show through, and a leather jacket. I approach him, pissed off, shortening the space between us, and several of his friends who look similar to him, look me up and down with mischievous smiles.

“This demon is covered with black magic, so black that I couldn’t breathe while I tried to reach the source of the magic.” “Did you say he is not Alastor?” “Yes. It’s not him.” “I knew it!” He hissed loudly as he threw a punch in the air, his eyes blazing red as smoke rose from his skin. “It was impossible to catch him without him creating chaos!” “He’s up to something, Lucius. He wants us to believe he is dead.” My chest continued heaving as I kept staring at the dead body. The magic wasn’t wearing off. He still looked like Alastor, including the strong aura that was enveloping him. It only meant one thing. Alastor had a black witch or a powerful demon on his side.

My wolf sounded mortified. Ana looked back and forth between me and the girl who was not a girl anymore. "Y...you...what did you do to Alisha!" she said and pointed at the goldfish flopping around in place of the nanny. "Looks like our kids have a new pet now. You better push her to the tub of water before she dies," I said dryly. "Ambrose! You can't just turn people into a fish! She was a werewolf too. Your own kind!" Analyn shrilled.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

he asked as he watched his Alpha strap a couple of ankle holsters in place, pushing a knife into each one before glamouring the lot. “No, but you can tell me as many times as you want tonight,” Sebestian said with a wink, making Allen laugh. He looked over the strollers and the provisions they had assembled. “I think we have everything, are we ready?” he asked, watching sadly as Allen waved a hand in front of each of their children’s faces and fixed a glamour in place over their eyes, each of them sporting eyes that were a mixture of his brown and Allen lighter magic. He hated it when Allen had to do that but the children’s eyes stood out too much and they couldn’t risk a human seeing them.