Alastor Height Novelas e Histórias

Hi guys welcome to the next chapter, hope you enjoy. Sat on a wooden bench and only an hour to my initiation, I was looking around when I realised someone was sat next me I gasped when I turned to see a man sitting next to me, he had the most amazing blue eyes, one could get lost in them, I caught myself smiling, what was I thinking? "I'm Damon, I'm a vampire, you are?" He stuck out his hand for me to shake "Uh, hi nice to meet you, I'm Anastasia, apparently I'm a witch" I shook his hand and my head at the same time, he smiled at me

And I did not expect the person when the door opened. Whoa! If this is Lucian Alastair, then the film and magazines have not done any justice at all. I saw a fine specimen of almost 6 feet. His hair was black and sticking up attractively, and so his dark eyes. God! Girls would die to get such eyelashes. And did I miss out on the perfect jawline and the lips? The black Khaki and white button-up shirt hugged him perfectly. He was standing stiff with his hand still on the doorknob.

We grew up together and he has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Alberto is putting on a three piece suit, always the gentleman. His brown hair is tied up with a hairband. He is several years older than me but doesn’t even look like it. Alberto is tall and well built, although I am six foot three, I still feel short whenever I stand next to him. He is called ‘The Monster’ because he is six foot seven and well built. “I am so-sorry Killer, please have mercy,” the man tied to the chair says in between breaths. “The killer” is what I am called in the underworld. My name sends shivers and fear to my enemies, only an idiot would dare to challenge me.

"You are here!" Dmitri Valastro was 6'2 ft in height with deep gray eyes. He had dark hair with an outlined mustache. I gave him a nod and then plunged onto the couch next to him. I crossed my leg against the other and then settled my gaze on the two naked ladies. Their bouncy boobs were at our mercy, the nipples were as hard as a rock. That gave a brief flash of Alessia, but I kicked the thought away. The lace thong they wore hid nothing. I could see the outline of their womanhood.

If that wasn’t suspicious then nothing was. Josh was currently nestled between two guys much bigger than him, making him appear tiny. The guy on the right looked like a real playboy, a smirk coaxing his pretty-boy face. The guy on the left, however, was the complete opposite. This group was already tall as it is, yet this guy was ginormous and it didn’t help that he had a sick scar running across his face. Was this dude even supposed to be in high school? Were any of them really? Sure, they looked young but something about them made them seem much older than perceived. “Hey, I’m Alaster.”

He disintegrated into ashes until all that was left was the three-piece black suit he was wearing. Belphegor straightened to his full height. He was about six feet tall but he had been the leanest of the Horsemen. He walked leisurely around Allocen’s desk, his face impassive. Callie raised Lucifer’s Grace in warning as he moved closer to the door.

“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

In Thunder bay, while situation at "The MAX" was taking a dramatic turn......a young man in Toranto was standing in his balcony holding a glass of wine and staring at the Full Moon. He was tall...with an height of 6'2", broad chest , perfectly build muscles and a sharp jawline. In the moonlight, his grey eyes were sparkling like diamonds making him look like some Demi-god but....his handsome face looked gloomy...as if someone has stolen his soul from him.

Salax was confused. Ally laughed. "Is it really any surprise? My mom fell in love with a cannibal." "True but that shouldn't affect you." Salax looked away. "I'm a cold hearted snake." "So was Erys until he found love," Ally smirked. "Salax, I don't believe you're as cold hearted as you say you are." She moved to look in his eyes, feeling the near 1 foot height difference. Ally stood at 5'1", Salax at around 6'3", or so she guessed.

A figure stepped out from behind a tree. Tall. Broad-shouldered. White hair tied back. Alastor Veyr. He smiled, slow and easy, like we were old friends meeting for tea. "I've been expecting you," he said.