Alastor Hoodie Novels & Stories

"Y-you're Alisa Vega! Whoa!" He excitedly pointed at Jester, "Why didn't you SAY you're girlfriend is Alisa Vega?!" "She's not my girlfriend!" Jester said, exasperated. "She's our neighbor--" "Is that a limited edition Sunday Graveyard hoodie in cobalt blue, the one that sold out so fast only fifty people in all three worlds managed to get one?!" Alisa got up suddenly, pointing at the said hoodie slung over his brother's shoulder. "Even I didn't get one!"

Alpha Ares stood in the heart of the magical dungeon, his imposing figure shrouded by a cloak that seemed to be woven from the fabric of darkness itself. The cloak, black as a moonless night, billowed around him, its edges seemingly dancing in an otherworldly breeze. It exuded an aura of dread and malevolence, as if it were a living entity feeding on the fears of those who dared to gaze upon it.

was an intense experience. "Are you ready?" Suddenly Alex was standing again in front of me, he was wearing a thick gray hoodie. Alex and the hoodie are a dangerous combination for my eyes. His tall and well-built posture makes him look perfect when wearing a hoodie. Well, actually she looks perfect in anything. Life isn't fair. "What is it?" he asked when he realized I was just standing still.

When he was done, he started towards me. "Do you have a hoodie or something? I don't want them to see me." He unzipped his bag and got out a denim hoodie. That with a pair of shades. I put on the attire and reached for the glasses, about to wear them when Alessio adjusted the hoodie to cover my belly. I smiled gratefully and left the room. Once out, he said, " I hope you don't mind." "What?" He drew me towards his side, his arm resting on my shoulder. No. I didn't mind. Together we passed the reception. He ushered me into his…car. I couldn't ponder on how unbefitting the vehicle was because he made his way back to the building.

It seemed like my mysterious savior was winning against it. After the creature struggled under the man’s powerful grip, it gave up and vanished. The mystery man dusted his hands in victory and turned around, allowing me to see what he looked like. He was blonde with blue eyes and a decent face. For clothing, he was wearing a black oversized overcoat with a grey sweater underneath it and black pants. “Who are you?” I asked. “My name is Alistair,” he spoke. His voice was strangely deep and unique. “I am an incubus spirit. A beacon for help caught my attention as I flew above your neighborhood. You almost getting attacked by a demon was the first thing I saw upon entering your house.”

Chapter One: A New Beginning Aqua’s heart raced as she walked through the imposing iron gates of Crestwood High. Another town, another school, another chance to start over—if only it were that simple. At 5'10", her presence commanded attention, but she preferred to stay unnoticed. Her dark skin glowed under the morning sun, and her eyes, a striking shade of amber, held secrets untold. She pulled her hood tighter, hoping to shield herself from the prying eyes she could already feel on her.

Ten million… fifteen million… twenty million… The price skyrocketed to a shocking amount, but then, everything fell silent. The large wooden doors of the hall were pushed wide open. A tall, slender figure in a perfectly tailored black suit strode in. Every step was firm and steady, as if nailing itself to the floor. The once-raucous hall fell as silent as a graveyard. The crude pheromones that had filled the air instantly vanished, replaced by the aura of an Alpha so powerful and cold it made the others instinctively bow their heads. It was a clean, pure scent, yet as sharp as a winter blizzard, mixed with the faint smell of steel fresh from the forge.

The argument was legally correct. Velvera knew enough pack law to understand my limits. “I am not searching,” I said. “I am asking you not to move one item.” “And if I refuse?” My Alpha dominance filled the room before I intended it. Velvera’s wolf reacted, forcing her gaze down. “You will not move it.” Her hands curled at her sides. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then I stepped closer to examine the cloak without touching it. The embroidery along the lower edge was unusual. Dark red thread formed small pointed flowers beneath curling black vines. The stitching looked handmade, not produced by one of Ironclaw’s common tailors.

I say standing to go look out my window. I hear Chester rise and exit the office. 'When will our people make contact with Alpha Hades pack?' I mind link Azrael. 'They will leave first thing tomorrow. So maybe in a day or two you will have an update.' He says back to me. 'Very well. Once this mission is complete we will need to gather more Intel on Alpha Desmond to help facilitate his down fall.' I say back to him turning to head down to the Gym. 'Yes Alpha.' He says back before I cut the link. I make it to the gym and pull my shirt off and start taking my anger out on one of my bags. After a few hours and a ruined bag later I still don't feel any better but am in need of another shower. I th

Nothing could bother me here. "Alastor, thank you," I whispered. The purring stopped and he wrapped around me so he could see my face. His head tilted to the side, his ears flopping over. "Thank you for finding me again. You mean a lot to me and I'm lucky to have you." I kissed his furry cheek. The wolf behind me went rigid, his eyes peeled back. I froze to his reaction. No matter how many times we hung out like this, he was still a wolf. We were deep in the forest too, so there would be no calling for help if he decided to turn on me. I didn't want there to be a chance of Eliza finding me with Alastor. She'd go crazy. So we would walk further into the trees. Sometimes he would even allow me