Alastor Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

Nyxia Evangeline has always been an outcast—a Beta scorned by her own pack. After the mysterious deaths of her parents, she lives under the suffocating control of her ruthless uncle, determined to reclaim her family's legacy and run away with the man she loves—a human unaware of the dark reality lurking beneath the surface of her world. But when her secret relationship is uncovered, Nyxia is forced into an arranged marriage with Dominico Lombardi, the dangerous Alpha enforcer of the most powerful pack on the continent. However, something far darker has been forced upon her. Through black magic, Nyxia is transformed from a Beta into something far more rare and valuable. As the dark magic

I was looking for him, but I was not the only one. A presence shifted behind me. I did not turn immediately. There was no need. “You think too loudly,” a familiar voice said. I exhaled slowly. “You always appear where you are not welcome.” Alastor stepped into view with his usual calm, the kind that came from knowing most people could not touch him even if they tried. Apostle of Ra. Exiled on paper, tolerated in practice. “That is an interesting complaint,” he replied. “Coming from a man who treats contracts like loose guidelines.”

He boasted like the arrogant king he was. "You're no god! you're a cursed beast. Nothing more nothing less." She raised her hands, and purple fire danced between her fingers. "You are just a heartless monster, Zayn and you have no idea what kind of power you are playing with." Zayn started to laugh. It was a loud, arrogant sound that made the walls shake. "Power? You think your little sparks and whispers are power? I am the Alpha of Alphas. I don't need magic to break your neck."

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.

Silas reached down, his fingers working my clit in time with their rhythm. The Ascension Spire became a cathedral of flesh and light. Hundreds then thousands of beings from every realm poured in, all answering the same irresistible call. The orgy ascended into pure transcendence. Vespera was the blazing heart of it all double-penetrated by Silas and Draven, throat full of Lorien, face covered in Sable’s slick. Her body shook with relentless orgasms, each one brighter than the last. The two alphas roared as they pumped her full, only for Wren and Lorien to take their place, fucking her through the creamy mess while she continued licking Sable.

"I am honored you chose my altar. Every runaway pair deserves a sacred moment under the neon moon." "Yeah, and to hell with the laws of the High Council," I mutter. He wags a clawed finger at me. "There is no cursing at this altar, High Alpha. We run a wholesome sanctuary." The fake bard peers into my glassy eyes for a split second, his brow arching. "Great Spirits, what kind of root did you snort tonight? Your pupils are wider than a blood-moon. You are flying high, aren't you?"