Alastor Hoodie Novels & Stories

And most importantly concealer to hide the bags under my eyes. I came out of the room and Cyrus gave me two thumbs up. “Damn woman, can we skip the party?” Just then Oliver came out if his room, “no, mom got all dressed up. We’re not skipping. You need to join the pack, remember?” Cyrus scratched Oliver on his head, “yeah, I remember. Wouldn’t miss it.” Cyrus wore his long hair down, making him look even more like a werewolf. Thea laughed, “if Taylor Laudner had tattoo’s and was twenty years older.”

And she could not believe she was falling for a monster. The space above her tore a void, and from it burst a vigor of light. It barfed a huge figure that docked on the ground with a thud, shaking the trees. It had a white toga and some golden slippers on. He looked around, beholding the commotion. "Alestio was here! I can feel it! But his aura has changed..it is, somewhat sinister." he eventually caught sight of Alicia and walked up to her. "Are you okay young lady?"

I looked into his eyes, “If you were given a choice if the sword is indeed with him but he's willing to hand it over to you without a fight, would you still kill him?” “Yes.” Alastor muttered, “I'll kill him whether he gives me the sword or not. Like I said Melonie — I enjoy killing, I feed on tears and destruction and I really hope you accept me for who I am.” I slammed my eyes shut, a sad smile appearing on my face. “I got you a gift,” he blurted out, dipped his hand in his right pocket and brought out a necklace made of pearl. I took it from him, my hands stained with the colour red, “It has blood on it,” I murmured.

Aleister only nodded and paused on the staircase watching her with a hawk-like stare which made her extremely uncomfortable and agitated but she did her best not to show it. Ruby served the food she prepared on the table complete with his diet blood mead in a beautiful clear pitcher with purple butterfly designs and gold rims. Her eyes widened when she finally realized whose clothing the demon wore. He had stolen her purple hoodie and wore a pair of black slacks she definitely didn't own. He looked like the typical bad boy with his wet hair and his hands tucked in the pocket of HER hoodie. He almost looked like a normal teen except for the horns and the skin and his mismatched crimson eyes.

‘A win for you is a win for me,’ Juanzo was saying, ‘We can’t let that blond prick win. ‘Agreed.’ Derith replied. In the next instance, there wasn’t just one Hind, but four. ‘What the fuck?!’ Alastor growled, his head whipping around, trying to keep track of the true Hind as the copies zipped back and forth. In his state of confusion, a puff of fire billowed into his face. Letting out a yelp, he dropped down on his belly and flattened his ears. He cringed as heat seared along his back. Juanzo pinned him by the scruff of his neck before he could recover.

“You are so subtle.” “I know,” I offered him before his lips met mine. He tasted like sweat and honey. I pulled him closer to me, attempting to topple him into the tub with me. “You can just ask, you know.” Alastor stood back up leaving me to watch him. He gripped the back of his shirt with one hand and tore it off over his head. His muscles slightly rolled and flexed with every moment. His body was speckled with scars, which I found so sexy. He rolled down his shorts and underwear at the same time. His delicious colossal cock sprung free. His whole body shimmered in faint sweat, it made my mouth water.

XXII–Calm before the Storm ALASTOR NYX: Not even ten minutes later, a freshly-showered Alastor half-skipped, half-walked down the stairs with a merry hop in his step, whistling an upbeat tune as he looked around. He was too much in a good mood; he couldn’t even find it in him to fidget with his borrowed clothes–a dark gray hoodie matched with black joggers, probably the only comfy outfit of her brother that would have fitted his considerably larger frame and never mind the way William’s faint scent still clings… it kind of reminded him of his mate’s honeyed scent, though this one feels more subdued– Alastor was practically bouncing up and down in joy as he moved.

“No! You wear it. What if it gets worse?” “I really am okay! Come on, put it back on.” Alastor is worried that July will get sick if she lends his jacket. Without an outer jacket, July wears only a plain T-shirt made of thin fabric with short sleeves. How could Alastor leave July like that and feel calm about borrowing her jacket.

yes i know, I'm such a jerk for a prince. "Nervous?" I almost jumped from my position. His voice from my back feels like I've been electrified and it made me feel weird. There's no way I'm going homosexual with him! "Don't be such a d*ck Luther" I angrily spat. He just laughed in amusement when-- "Harris Esqroic and Luther Astrix please join arena 4!" This really is doomsday!

she walked to my closet and picked up a hoodie, “this will help, along with the gloves.” “Thanks, mama,” I said as I took the hoodie from her and put it on with the gloves. My hoodie was my favorite color green and big enough for me to fit my entire body inside, I draped it over my knees to keep them close to me and my mom looked at me with some worry. “Are you alright, baby?” Her eyebrows had a frown and her eyes held the caring mother look that she got whenever she worried that I was sick or depressed.