Alastor Height Novels & Stories

A chill raced down his spine. The soft sunlight slipped through a half-closed window, catching the cold gleam of the man they called Italy’s nightmare—Alastor Merikh Drystan. The Sovereign. The number one killer. Only thirty, yet feared like a god. At twelve, he was already drawn to business—and blood. Passion lived in both. Drenched in shadows, Drystan reclined on a chair, legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curled upward, but his eyes stayed fixed elsewhere—burning with calm, deadly intent.

Vador sighed as Aleister entered the study. "Call Alizon," Aleister said."Call her now" "Yes? You called for me,"a lady in white appeared.She had a white mark running from her hair down to her forehead,her hair was black. Alizon was a white witch,she was also Vador's godmother who stayed in the east empire disguised as an old lady.She was King Alarie's younger sister who was not killed when the dark witches had attacked because they didn't know about her. Only Vador and Aleister knew about her,she was a very powerful witch with healing powers and the ability to summon souls.

In her mind, there is only one goal, which is to go back to sleep soon and forget about other things. Massimo Francesco Alonso: “Abby? Are you there?” That man, who has a height of one hundred and ninety-six centimetres tall, was astonished because there was no answer from the other side. Meanwhile, the owner of the name seemed to deliberately ignore the caller and was now laying her body back down on the soft bed. She was ready to return to dreamland. Massimo Francesco Alonso: “Abby? I want to bring food and drink from here. Do you want to order something, so I will take it away for you?”

"There’s always a bigger monster." The shape emerging from the shadows wasn't one of the blind scavengers. It stood on two legs, towering over eight feet tall, carrying a rusted steel beam in one hand like a club. And its eyes, unlike the Rejects, were wide open—burning with a sickly, corrupted violet fire. The Alpha had arrived.

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.

I have other candidates to meet. Mr Belmontt rises from his chair and reaches out to me. I can see the size of it and I feel like a dwarf, I do not consider myself low, I am average with my 1.68 and this man must be at least 1.92. I stand up and shake his hand, his grip is firm and makes me a little uncomfortable, nods in farewell and leaves the room that seems a little smaller now. I pass by Anastasia and receive a friendly smile that makes me like her even more, seems to be a good person.

I swallowed as he slowly took in what he saw in front of him. Then as if someone lit his tail on fire, he was sprinting. He was a black blur as he hurdled toward me. I dropped the chunk of meat. I heard people's screams from the other side of the fence. I was frozen in fear. Before I knew it, he had stopped and slowly crawled out of the tunnel. He stood -tall as a horse- toward me. Expressionless. His chest heaved as he panted. A soft noise of fear slipped from my lips. A plea. I was rigid. My ears ringing. I could make out Kari calling my name. I heard someone complaining that the door wouldn't open. It was stuck. Great. Alastor slid one huge paw forward, his eyes watching me. He froze whe

Alycia took a deep breath and let it out. "No need to apologize! Come here!" Aaron smiled while extending his hand. Alycia smiled shyly and got into the arms of her future husband. Aaron stroked Alycia's long black hair and said softly. "Calm down! Nothing will happen! I'm always by your side!" Alycia raised her face with a slight look up considering Aaron was very tall, his height touched 180 cm and maybe even more, while Alycia was very petite at only 160cm making Alycia only reach Aaron's chest fortunately at this time she was wearing high heels that were high enough so that Alycia did not really have to look up higher.

Once it was at the small of his back he realized it was definitely way over his head. Which is true. Werewolves aren't like humans. We're extremely tall. Alphas are normally taller, but I'm even taller than them. I have yet to meet anyone as tall as I am or taller than me. I stand 7 ft tall, were most alphas are between 6'.8" and 6'.11". So with me being 7 ft tall, and he's an extremely small omega kid, his head doesn't even reach my hips. His breathing begins to pick up as he looks around frantically. I feel him gripping onto me tighter as he tries to pull himself up higher.

I had to maneuver it around a bit to get her to poof, but eventually she went down. The trees behind us were lit up by then, thankfully, because another row of Vampires were moving in on us. These seemed like the All-Stars. They were huge—over six feet tall with bulging muscles, and the expressions on their faces told me we were not their first prey.