Alastor Microphone Novels & Stories

I called her name again, but the moaning and the whimpers didn’t stop. Patrea came and grabbed the phone. I wanted not to give it to her, but her force was too strong, and she was able to take it from me. “Althea!” She yelled. Her eyes watered as she looked at Lucius. They stared at each other, and I was sure they were communicating through their mental connection. A devil’s smirk tugged on his mouth as he took the phone from her. “Let me introduce you to the underworld’s prince of deception, Alastor of Athwart.”

Lucas laughed loudly before planting a kiss to my cheek. "Thanks love!" I winced away from him. He lifted me higher off the ground, I choked lightly. His hold tightened, my prying fingers did no good. "Show her." Alastor's eyes were full of a new fear. His ears straightened and he let out a whimper with a small shake of his head. Lucas pushed the gun into my head harder. I sucked on my teeth in pain. Alastor jumped a little at the sound. He looked at the ground. Shaking his big head back and forth and growling lowly.

"You needn't know." He released my wrist, and I stumbled back, my arm throbbing where his grip had been. Then Tessa handed a thing to Alaric. Alaric showed me a produced something small—a device no bigger than a button, sleek and metallic. He held it up, and a holographic screen flickered to life above it. "Micro-camera," Alaric said, his tone casual, almost bored. "I've advised Tessa to record since we arrived." The screen showed the room. Jason's bed. Tessa working. And then—

I whispered, "can you get the audio? I need to hear what they're saying before the first throat is ripped out." "Working on it," Sage said, plugging a directional mic into her tablet. She pointed the sensor through the slats. "The glass is vibrating too much from the HVAC—give me a second to filter the resonance and isolate the vocal frequencies." "Hurry," I urged, watching Dominic step into Kastor’s personal space.

“That’s understandable, and honestly, I am not surprised. Closed your eyes and focused on the sounds around you. What do you hear?” “I hear birds on the roof….” Angelica listened as they squawked at each other. “ok, pull back a little focus more to the location you're trying to hear.” Devon instructed as he listened with her. “I can hear them….” ******** “I need your help with something,” Astra said as they stood before the map. “We found Aleister's location, but the tomb he's being held in has a blood seal.” “They must want to keep him there,” Adric said as he looked at the map. “Gramps has always been chummy with this warlock Azrael.”

Pussy cooed as she slowly lifted her head. I almost gagged. "Get out!" Alastor barked. Pussy froze, and so did I, but Alastor wasn't looking at her. He was looking directly at me. "I don't understand. I thought..." "Thought?" His eyes never left mine. "Bitch, you don't have a brain, so you can't think nothing. Get out before I throw you out." Pussy's mouth dropped open. Apparently, being insulted after servicing the Alpha wasn't part of the proper goodbye she'd been expecting.

Yeah, between July and Joe he's talking about this. “If there is anything you want, just leave it to me, so I can buy it." July laughs. Alastor thought for a moment, it felt like there was nothing he needed right now. “Hmm, how about that one, July. Should we buy it?” “Huh? What?” Alastor was just teasing. “That..” “What?” July was intrigued by Alastor's ambiguous words. Alastor gives a sign, asking July to come closer so he can whisper the answer. July gives one ear without realizing Alastor is teasing her.

“Make sure the explosives are set correctly. I want the timer linked to my phone. One wrong move from Declan and the whole room goes up.” One of the men nodded. “Yes, sir. It’s all wired. He’ll have to choose.” Alastair smiled coldly. “Perfect. Let’s see how much his precious family is really worth to him.” He followed them downstairs to the specially prepared room. It was small, windowless, and lined with enough explosives to destroy half the estate. Wires ran along the walls, connected to a digital timer and a remote trigger on Alastair’s phone. His men laid Octavia and Seraphina on the floor and secured them with restraints. Alastair stood in the doorway, watching with satisfaction.

I breathed, trying to regain my composure from our heated make out session. “What the fuck happened? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.” Alice growled, anger lacing her words. “Mic went dead for a moment. Need to get a new one.” I said as I ran out from behind my cover, shooting every Russian I could see. “Again, huh?” Alice said, a hint of playfulness in her voice. “That’s the fifth mic this month.” Romano chimed in. “Weird.” He said mischievously.

Alta was running after Green, this was his last chance to explain to Green what's going on. "Green wait, I can explain it to you," Alta shouted loudly because the voice was blocked by rain. Alta got through to Green's wrist. "Just for a little while," he said quietly. Green didn't turn back at all, she was reluctant to look at Alta. "I promise it'll be a while." Alta didn't care with the other human presence in the middle of them, he had to struggle in order Green wanted to hear him. "Get out off me," Green said it in a soft, almost inaudible tone.