Alastor Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

His gaze, which reflected suffering and pity, pursued him until he stood at the front, and Lucifer began to speak. "Good afternoon, my dear prodigies. He is Jonah, and this other head is his sister, Alma," said Lucifer, while holding Alma's sleeping face. Everyone looked at Jonah in amazement; they had never seen someone with two heads. It was something new to them. It made them very curious. "Hey, why does your other head look dead?" Asked the Worm Man in a rough voice, who initially crawled into the tent. "It's not dead, it's asleep," replied Jonah in an almost inaudible voice. Although Alma had never spoken, nor given strong signs of life, Jonah preferred to believe that she was only asle

“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.”

Questions and exclamations filled the air, and Angel struggled not to cringe under the scrutiny of the entire pack. Why couldn't I have just controlled myself? she asked herself. She was surprised when Layon ignored the pack and wandered over to nuzzle his snout into her cheek, offering her a lick before he turned and began to shift back into his human form. Fearful of their gazes, Angel remained in wolf form, pressing herself against Layon's bare leg even as he addressed the pack. "Angel Hale is the traitor's daughter no more! She is my mate, the mate of the next pack alpha!"

“No, you are not crazy,” Alastor said about to take a step forward towards her but seeing the expression of wonderment, confusion and wariness on her face, he sighed and stayed put, “Please brace yourself for what you are going to see next.” He said and then taking a deep breath in he closed his eyes and opened it again when Vevina saw that they were once again pitch black. She wanted to ask what was the trick that he was using to do it when she saw that Alastor’s hands that had been hanging on both his sides slowly started shaking. The nails elongated along with the fingers as hair sprouted out covering his wrist and the rest of it slowly started looking more and more like that of a beast’s

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!!”

Fuck! “I will–I will just get the keys.” The manager quickly teeters off on her incredibly high stilettos that she could barely walk in. While the Alpha’s unnerving dark eyes stay on me. “Are you hurt?” He asks quietly. I just sit and stare at him, weighing up my options. He sounded genuine, but so many assholes did. And I had met a lot of them before I ended up here. “I’m Zane Hallow.” He glances around “Alpha of Night Watch.”

Houston's head turns to me, his eyes locked on me. “What?” I breathe in and let it out slowly. “Well, that makes me think about a conversation I had with Alayasia before she left.” I can sense Houston’s body tense up. “She was worried about Zara and talking about something that she said. I wish I could remember what that was.” I close my eyes, trying to think back, but I’m not making the connection that I’m looking for. “Anyways, she was talking about how strange it was that Zara could say things with such certainty.” Houston is looking at me like I’m crazy, and I feel like I am because I know I’m butchering this conversation. “I’m sorry, man. I know that I’m messing this up. Basically, we c

I looked up at him and let myself believe it, just for a breath. Damien Cross stood above me on the raised stone platform, moonlight carving hard lines down the side of his jaw, his eyes gone the color of amber caught too close to a flame. My mate. My Alpha. The same boy who used to press stolen honeycomb into my palm before pack politics taught him to measure every single word before it left his mouth. He wasn't measuring anything now. He wasn't saying anything at all, and the not-saying went on a beat too long.

One way or another, his head would roll for his crime against his Luna, my precious flower. Alastor delicately wrapped the paper towel over the syringe and clutched it in his hand, keeping it out of sight for anyone we might pass on the way to Brigid’s cabin. Alastor, Damian, Harriet, and Iris filed out of the house in front of me. I heard their footsteps splash away as they ran down the road trudging through the rain towards Brigid’s cabin. “I’ll murder that slimy son of a bitch.” Zeus was aggressively pacing in my mind.

At that, a call from an unknown number enters my mobile. -Tell me? -Lailah?- says a familiar voice on the other line. In the background, I can hear glass breaking.- I'm Scott. I need you to come to my apartment now. He seems alarmed. -What? Why? Scott? -It's Azael. -He says worriedly. An object falling to the ground and an incoherent babbling can be heard behind his voice.- He has arrived drunk and has started breaking things and it is not that I have enough money to renew furniture, also he has already damaged my car and that already are many expenses.