Alastor Hoodie Novels & Stories

She said out loud. Demon. There’s your first clue. Anything labeled that is evil, especially when they are planning the damn apocalypse. Than doesn’t that make you evil too? “Tssk. NO! I am not.” Ally exlamed. I am not evil and I am not staying here! She found her shoes by the bed and shoved her feet in to them. Briskly she made her way to the door threw it open and ran right into what she could only think of as a body guard.

“The flowers were dropped off at the estate’s front gate by an unmarked courier.” My stomach tightened. Allesio’s fists clenched. “Do we have a face?” Alaric’s jaw ticked. “They wore a hoodie and kept their head down. The camera didn’t get a clear shot.” I exhaled slowly. “Convenient.” Alaric nodded. “Very.” Allesio turned to me, his expression unreadable. “Still not worried?” I met his gaze. “No.” A muscle jumped in his jaw. “You should be.”

“I’ll probably stand on my own feet, even. I’m a dance floor hazard.” “No, I mean, only one of us needs to know the steps. You can stand on my feet,” Alastaire says, pointing down at his feet, clad in roman style gladiator leather sandals, which I assume is to match the white toga-ish thing he has going on with the angel costume. “Trust me,” he says. “Hitch a ride. It’ll be fun.”

Parie stated as she showed Alesteria the sweet in her hand. Both of them are satisfied, to say the least. All the while they are enjoying themselves amongst the people, Alesteria didn't notice how she was gaining attention as she was focused on her food. However, that is what made people look at her. Since Alesteria changed her hair and eye color, she freely removed her hood since it is hot, but many people are now looking at her because she is pretty in her navy-blue hood and light blue dress. Also, while Alesteria was eating, her face was full of bliss and her eyes twinkled brightly. She has this soft smile on her face and as she chews, she looks like a chipmunk with her cheeks full.

A figure stepped out from behind a tree. Tall. Broad-shouldered. White hair tied back. Alastor Veyr. He smiled, slow and easy, like we were old friends meeting for tea. "I've been expecting you," he said.

He could just snap my neck in an instant if he wanted to. “Don’t worry, what I’m giving you is more than enough for the help you do for me,” Agatha said, and I peeked discreetly at them. She had her hand on Alastor’s chest and was caressing it gently while the demon looked at me with a face devoid of any emotion. “I want a taste of her blood. You promise me that.” Alastor said, and it made me swallow hard. Was he even for real? He came and built an alliance with them just for my blood?

She yanked me toward a large building opposite the street, a clothing boutique, still open despite the late hour. I ducked into the boutique, Alisha right behind me. The door swung shut, muffling the paparazzi's shouts. We were instantly swallowed by racks of glittering dresses and perfume-scented air. Alisha grabbed a hoodie off the rack and tossed it at me. “Put this on.” I pulled it over my head. Alisha did the same, yanking up her own hood. The shop owner eyed us warily, but a sale was a sale. “Can I help you find anything else?”

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.

Whatever the reason was she laughed inside at the way Alastor seemed to be mesmerized by them. Walking forward he gently grabbed one naked breast and brushing a rough finger over a sensitive hickey he said, “You look so beautiful with my mark on you.” That word again. It made her uncomfortable and pulling away she muttered, “Let me get changed.” Realizing that she was pushing him away Alastor sighed and taking out a bottle from his pocket he shook it gaining her attention. “You need to take one of these every day.” “What are those?” she asked but focusing closely she read the label.

I headed up the stone stairs alone, though I could feel Kaelen’s elite guards tracking me from a respectful distance. As a high-ranking sportswear designer, I headed straight for a boutique carrying specialized, heavy-duty winter gear. I spotted a beautiful, beige wool hoodie in the window of a shop branded Northern Scent, a high-end line I used to wear back at the Blackthorne Pack Estate. I walked inside, my eyes scanning the racks before I turned to a young she-wolf salesgirl who was lounging on a velvet sofa, mindlessly scrolling through her phone. “Excuse me, do you have this wool hoodie in a small?”