Alastor Height Novels & Stories

"You had us all a bit worried there. And I must say I have been wanting to do that for some time now." Anastasia looks somewhat confused at me. Now I know how intimating this man next to me must appear. In all his six foot five inches, he towers me, with a body that is rippled to perfection. Every crevice and curve is covered in the perfect vision of ink that makes his body a story to be told. With piercing blue eyes and his head of absolute insane perfect hair, he is standing over my beloved to gently pull her off the ground. Now, if I have not known him for as long as my Vampire years, I would, at this point, have slapped that charm right off his face.

Alberto answered, leaning close towards Eva. Eva strokes her chin , once again getting into thought. If Lucifer was guarding Alberto's mother ( Alberto's mother is dead now) , then how old exactly Lucifer is? She glances at Lucifer who was standing tall at six feet and had pitch black hair and those blood red eyes. No matter how much Eva looked at him, his age was indistinguishable. He looked in his twenties, maybe because vampires don't age fast like werewolves.

I looked at Alessandro who shook his head, not understanding what the woman was talking about. “You are yet to tell her, aren’t you?” Esther asked, looking at her children. She kept her eyes on Alaric for a second, and shook her head in question. “For a man who has looked for a solution to change himself from the monster…” “I am no monster, nor am I going to use her to heal or lose who I am.” He said, making both Alessandro and I frown. “I am sorry, what?” I asked, stopping the two of them. “What are you two talking about?”

Curiosity and impulse won; I looked up. Viktor Alistair was enormous—nearly two meters tall. Black hair streaked with silver showed he was at the peak of his power. Scars and old battles marked every inch of exposed skin. He crossed thick arms over his chest; on one finger gleamed a ring that extended into a long silver claw. “So that’s what that bastard was hiding so carefully.” The claw’s cold touch burned my chin—pure silver. “Such a jewel buried in filth.” I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for my throat to be slit. Nothing happened.

No problem if he wants to act. "Mr Alonso, long time no see. It's nice to see you after a long time," I gave him a side hug and his stupid musky smell invaded my senses. I gave him a fake smile. He was handling his father's birthday business after his death. With a height of 6'1, blond hair, dark black eyes and a stupid smirk he stood in front of me. His eyes ate me up. I hated it, I hated every bit of it and how the mafia world works but it was the only way left.

And standing closest to the fire is no other than Alastair. He’s not wearing a robe. In fact, he’s not wearing much at all. He only has a loincloth, and while his physique is amazing, I find it hard to see. Mainly because black hair is starting to cover his body. At first I thought he’s smiling, but he’s only baring his teeth, showing his sharp incisors. Longer and pointier than normal. His gray have become pure white, much like the moon. Much like the eyes of the wolves in the forest.

He smirked which did nothing to ease the embarrassment I felt. "Of course but the height, not so much." I answered by putting the water down, and evading his gaze. "Am I not tall enough for you ma'am?" He asked Sarcastically. We both knew he was. As an Alpha he was standing at 6'6ft tall.

My mate slapped my ass, and the crowd went wild. “Please don't,” I yelled. “Take your clothes off, Dennis,” Alastor ordered. “No, Alpha, he's just a boy,” Fitzroy begged, grabbing onto Alastor's hand. Alastor's eyes darted to where Fitzroy's hand was. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SCUM!.” Venom, Alastor's wolf was at the forefront. I couldn't look, so I closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same with my ears.

Being young and beautiful, Celeste is the only daughter of the Marcon Family and was raised by Don Andres Marcon and Dona Saffira Marcon in their province. She was known to be an in-demand event stylist and a successful event planner. Everything is fine with her life, but she doesn’t remember anything about her childhood to her adolescence. She always felt that something was always missing in her life –not until she found out the truth when an unknown man came named Allastair and he claimed that she was his.

The ghost mother stood in the corner of the elevator, glaring at me with resentful eyes. The doctor was tall and muscular. He looked about six feet tall and had a handsome face. He also looked vaguely familiar. He smiled at me as he stood in the other corner of the elevator. My eyes strayed to his nametag. It was Emilio, the doctor I had crashed into in the stairwell. I smiled awkwardly and tucked my sword away. I planted myself right in front of the door, ensuring that I could make a quick escape the moment they slid open. Other than the scent of a corpse wafting from the ghost mother, I could also smell the scent of blood. It was faint and nearly undetectable when masked with the scent of