Alastor Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

I couldn’t care less about pausing my writing for a while, or spending the whole day going up and down the stairs, for a chance to see him smile at me and maybe even steal away a kiss. He was on a Zoom meeting with his fellow Haunters. Isaac greeted me with a loud hello the moment he spotted me walk into the study, and Brandon made me lean forward by his side to introduce me to the other two, the occultist tech Ted and the skittish Ricky. “Look who’s gonna man the cameras for the interviews,” Brandon said, beaming. “They can’t wait to come back to the Manor.” “And meet you,” Isaac added, winking at me.

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.

A deep voice spoke, and I froze. I turned my face to the side to see a man, staring out the window, his back to me. He was tall, blonde hair brushed back, and long sleeve shirt that hugged his body tightly. But what caught my attention was his physique— he looked oddly familiar, even though his voice was not. "Who are you?" I managed to ask. "How long have you been here? Why am I drugged?" I heard him laugh, and the sound send chills down my spine. "How many questions do you have for me, sweetheart?" Now he turned sideways. "If you must know, I am Alastor."

Unlike the rest of the place, it didn’t feel forgotten. It felt guarded. I stopped. “Whitee,” I whispered, swallowing hard. “This one’s different.” “Yeah. I know.” She turned the doorknob and walked in immediately. I held my breath. The room inside was magnificent. It smelled faintly sweet—like old books. A huge arched window spilled light into the room. The walls were empty. Or so I thought. “Welcome, Albena Lyall Obsidian, Daughter of Magnus and Lysandra Obsidian of the Bloodfang Pack.” Eerie voices whispered all at once. They were so damn close to my ears I swore I felt their breaths on the back of my neck.

Five years ago, I disappeared without a trace, leaving my mate Alpha Rene Beck to believe I was dead. Now I've been found. And Rene isn't the young man I left behind anymore. He's stronger. Colder. Crueler. More dangerous. The kind of Alpha who can command a room with a single look, and make my body remember exactly what it felt like to belong to him. But for him now, I am just his runaway mate who shattered him and vanished without explanation. And he is just the Alpha who calls my 4 years old boy a bastard, who has no idea he's looking at his own flesh and blood. He drags us back to his pack and informs me that in four months he's marrying my half-sister, the woman who helped ruin my

She is our Luna and you threw her out without even having a trial. She is an imposter. You can’t honestly believe that. He barks a sharp laugh that drips with venom. I’m going to go and find her and bring her home, and you will face your crimes against our Luna. She is not my Luna. The Beta roars. Alastor has heard those words before and freezes. Does this go beyond the tragedy of Luna Laura’s murder? His mind is too much of a mess to put the pieces together, his breathing haggard and fists clenched tight at his sides. All he wants is Mina safe in his arms. He needs to know she is okay. And he can’t do that here.

I asked, observing her. The moonlight streamed into the room, as the light was already put off. Ashley was lying stiff, her eyes were the only part of her body that was moving. She was trying to talk but she couldn't. "Just stay calm Ashley, I'll go get help immediately," Before I could get to open the door, Someone already did from the outside. I watched as Devante walked in, oblivious of what was going on. "Hey Luna," He called out smiling, before I could reply, I saw something right behind him. It was a man, covered with black clothes. He had yellow eyes, pale skin, and his fangs were out. He looked dead in one word.

I retorted. "It's a werewolf thing. Like...one's other half. Danny, you're my puzzle piece. I was made for you. My existence is for you. Whether it be a best friend, a brother, a lover, or a childhood dog." He met my eyes. I gasped softly. So that's why Alastor was obsessed with me. I always thought that Alastor was my huge wolf and I wasn't far off. Just in a different sense. He wasn't meant to be just Alastor. Just the wolf from the zoo. He's intended to be my everything. Everything started to fall into place.

“What in the name of the Lord?” I shake my head in disbelief. What sorcery is this? Sister Abbie said this belonged to my parents…but just who were my parents? An owl hoots and I jump a little. The leaves around me rustle too as if an animal lurks behind the trees of something. My imagination starts to run wild, what if a tiger or lion attacks? Or even worse, what if creatures from the underworld like werewolves and vampires come? I slap myself on the face. “Get a grip of yourself, Alisa!” I hiss. “You are a child of light! You are…oh wait…you’re not. You’re a succubus.”

He let out. “Well, it’s Sunday. I want to go to the beach first. Then, I have been invited to a werewolf party,” Anastasia told him in what sounded like a bored tone for some reason. “Maybe you’ll find your mate there.” Aiden couldn’t help the excitement with which his next two words were coated, “You think?” “I’m no oracle,” she started in a teasing tone, “but a werewolf party is a good start for the big bad alpha ultra to find his mate.”