Alastor Hoodie Novels & Stories

He then jumped all the way up to the outer side of the glass and looked me straight in the eye with his malicious smile. This man was the definition of a demon. If you thought Xander was bad, meet Alister. He was dressed in a black suit with a lot of silver jewelry on his torso, neck, and chest, and a tonne of rings on both hands. He had vibrant green eyes and jet-black hair. His skin was as pale as ever, his lips, a prominent red color. His general physic was a skinny build. He was an absolute maniac.

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.

On the same side where pack emblems are stitched, Madfur’s double slanting crescents led by an astra. Differently simple attire, Zaetron Cole Alderhaw of Nightshade pack remains smoking hot on his deep charcoal turtle neck inner, matched with auburn vest, and lastly, a melanoid suit. His long red-tinted hair was tied up and his trimmed facial hair, all adds up to his drop-dead appearance. “Are we not starting yet?” Keith whispered to his dad’s ears. Zaetron draw an inch away from him and looked him straight to his eyes. “Not until all the Alphas arrive,” he answered.

A person in black hoodie came out and started walking to the entrance of the alley with hands in the pocket of the hoodie. " That must be my caller." Alaric placed a call to Rodrigo that he was coming down as he suspected the person in the hoodie is his caller." Alaric went to the entrance of the alley and looked at the person in a hoodie trying to figure out the person's gender. The person looked at Alaric with the head slightly bowed down and motioned for them to go deeper into the alley. Alaric thanked the heavens in his mind for his ability to see clearly in the dark. They were walking and Alaric noticed the person kept looking back . Alaric could sense Rodrigo following them on the roof

The strength of these three sorcerers was quite strong when compared to ordinary humans. That day Al wore sleeveless armor so that his arm muscles look perfectly curved. His burly body was imprinted on his stretchy armor. He took off his hood and glared at the guest who barged in. His stiff hair stood sharp, towered in Mohawk style, and was dark green. With his masculine jaw, Al looked fierce and strong. He deliberately exposed his muscles to scare his opponent. His red eyes glared ferociously. His tall body emitted an oppressive aura. Al was ready to hit anyone who dared to break into the Brighton area.

he suggested, but I was simply shaken. “How do you find a creature that may be dead?” I sarcastically inquired. “What do you mean?” He was taken aback by the question. "I stabbed her with my arrow head, which has a silver blade, and only a miracle can save her,” I say irritably as I pour wine into my cupboard. I stirred it by silently moving the glass and watching the liquid ripple in time with the movement of my hand. “Alpha, there's a woman here in the North border who claims to be carrying medicine that can cure you,”Alkane, my Omega, reported through our mind link.

She dangles the scissors inches from my face, and presses her body weight harder against me. I can barely breathe. She cuts into my hoodie and in one quick movement slits the fabric off each arm, before cutting away the zip. I kick out with my legs, try to shake her off, but it's no use. "Why are you still fighting me?" She asks, practically shouting now as she peels away the remnants of my hoodie in messy red strips of fabric. "Can't you see that we're helping you? Alastaire likes his girls showing a bit of skin."

A deep voice spoke, and I froze. I turned my face to the side to see a man, staring out the window, his back to me. He was tall, blonde hair brushed back, and long sleeve shirt that hugged his body tightly. But what caught my attention was his physique— he looked oddly familiar, even though his voice was not. "Who are you?" I managed to ask. "How long have you been here? Why am I drugged?" I heard him laugh, and the sound send chills down my spine. "How many questions do you have for me, sweetheart?" Now he turned sideways. "If you must know, I am Alastor."

“Who?” “A stranger, he was at the party, he was wearing a black cloak and suddenly he disappeared. A box appeared and when I picked it up, an unseen hand clawed at my neck. And there was a tendril-like object from the box. I struggled and then spat up a handful of blood.” “Blood?” Alpha Thane asked. “Where is it?” “There.” I pointed at the floor which I was sure I spat blood but it was as without the slightest drop of blood. My throat dried.

Then I shimmered us back to her mates. After arriving at their packhouse in the room, I steady Andricia to ensure she doesn’t fall over. I lift my jacket off her shoulder and see her skin glowing a tint of green as it slowly eats away at the layers. Loki must’ve got her, but why were they after her anyway? All four of the alphas immediately stop growling and rush over with concern on their faces. I place my hand over it and freeze her shoulder to stop it from eating away more than it already has.