Alastor Hoodie Novels & Stories

I take a step forward and he reaches out to pull me against his chest by the waist and drops a kiss on my cheek. "I haven’t seen you in an outfit like that in a while," he smirks. I stare down at myself. The black hood drapes low over my face, the edges soft but heavy. I’ve got a thick scarf looped around my neck like I’m prepping for a snowstorm, even though the airs only mildly cold. My sleeves are tight to my arms, covered in that worn velvet-like fabric. Over it, the leather bodice hugs tight and laced up the front. The brown skirt flares out unevenly, rough at the hem, and underneath are leggings that Asterin said were sewn from rattle skins. The belt—wide and old, but solid—is buckled

Alta gave a friendly smile to Reina. Reina, who was about to buy a book for her college assignment, accidentally hit Allta who seemed to have finished buying some books, and he was wearing a gray hoodie and black jeans. His hair was neatly trimmed, his face was clean and white, his smile was friendly, and the man was taller than Reina whose height was five feet (160 cm). "Ma'am? Get me Reina, I think we're in the same age." Reina raised her hand, which Alta greeted.

I heard the alarms being disabled and within seconds the cold night air seeped into the house, shadow weavers emerged all around us, howls of wolves filled the house at the same moment. Alester shifted into his demon half, showing his long hoofs and ram like horns. His eyes were orange and leaked out fire. He roared, releasing the net we had cast from him and sending everyone flying back. I hit the wall behind me hard, letting the air slip out of my throat. Alester was on us before we had time to recuperate. He lifted us up by the throat and choked us. I began coughing and kicking in a desperate attempt to free myself. The shadow weavers began to wrap him in layer after layer of shadows.

You have to end this" I could sense that he was in pain, but he was trying so hard to hide it. Scarlet nodded and he released her, as she continued with her spell, tears flowing freely from her eyes. I noticed that the three caped men were staring at Vincent, it was hard to read their emotions, because of the cape hood which was covering their faces. Their gaze snapped to Scarlet and I could tell they were furious. They started walking towards Scarlet as the Grydens paved way for them. Vincent was still on the floor groaning in pain as the dagger kept on melting. Scarlet whose voice was shaking as she said the spell tried to make it quick while trying to stay focused. I saw the three caped p

“That’s true. But this territory is also traversed by ordinary humans. I’m friends with him (pointing at Cyrus with his chin), so I know this territory well. And I saw a car there, which means an ordinary human passed through, and you killed them.” “Bullshit!” the man shouted. “Stop all this, Alastor. Let me take them away. This is enough, and I assure you, they won't come back.” Ben tried to make a bargain. Alastor laughed mockingly. “No. Give me the child, or he dies.” “He's just a child Alastor, for God's sake! He's the same age as your daughter! He's already suffered enough with that curse! As a father, don't you have any compassion?!”

Alastor replied dismissively. “What’s it for?” Ashton pressed. “That’s none of your business,” Alastor shot back, his demeanor shifting to one of irritation. He has to be an alpha since he confidently spoke to Ashton that way, and Ashton appeared to be wary around him. After a moment, Ashton asked out of the blue, “Are you responsible for the note?” “What note?” Alastor asked, puzzled. Either he doesn't know, or he is such a good actor. But we certainly can't tell that yet.

When I reached the door, my heart stopped, I died and again, it beat, slow, fast, then faster. Upon spotting me, Alastair's steps slowed down. He wore a hoodie, his hands stuffing his pockets. His brows were slightly drawn together and then, his eyes slightly widened. The next moment, his surprise was washed away. Or he hid it as he lowered his face and ran his left hand—the one that had rings—on his neck. It seemed like for a second he smiled. I believed it was dark and I underestimated him again. He stopped only a step away from me not caring about keeping any distance. “Hi.” His voice was low, raspy and sick.

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.

and my eyes widened when they fell on the pair of shoes, realizing that I hadn't crashed into a wall but someone. "Sorry... I am really so sorry, I didn't see you coming" I apologised sincerely as I raised my head to look at the face of the owner of these shoes. My eyes widen even more, looking at the only man that I never wanted to even cross paths. Damon Logan! Our Future Alpha and the biggest bully in the entire school.

His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake. “I thought that we were meeting in the VVIP lounge?” Alessandro said, letting me know that the man was the Cartel. The other Alphas stood, but all of us ladies stayed in place. The Alphas took their turn in shaking hands with the Cartel, and though he smiled, welcomingly at them, I could tell that the devious expression on his face meant nothing more than a mutual alliance. Neither one of them was actually his friend, and I could tell by Alessandro’s body language that the feeling was mutual.