Alastor Microphone Novels & Stories

She screamed when she saw me and this time I covered my ears she was so loud. “Knock it the fuck off!” I bellowed. My bellowing startled her. Her eyes widened, and she blinked slowly at me as her mouth fell open in shock. “Yes, the monster speaks and has sensitive hearing. It also has a name. It’s Asterion, by the way.” I said, stalking forward to sit at the table. She flinched as if I was stalking towards her. I’m not sure if she was more surprised when I spoke or that I had no intentions of touching her.

Harry chortled. “But I gotta say, never seen anyone fight like that before. I mean, is she an assassin or something? How about one of those 'monster' mercenaries? Weren’t they supposed to be modern ninjas or something? Everyone's literally staring at her though but I mean, who wouldn’t?” Alastor rambled as he scratched his head bashfully, still amazed by what he saw. Then he noticed his friends staring at him. “What?” Alastor asked. “Oh no, Mr. Nyx,” Harry exclaimed with an exaggerated British accent as he pretended to take down notes in the air, “Do continue. We’d love to hear you simp!”

“Grab her and Matt’s stuff out of the packhouse.” Alastor nodded and disappeared into the packhouse for a minute before returning with their bags slung over his shoulder. He dropped the bags outside of Iris’s Jeep before rummaging through Iris’s bag for her keys. After a moment, he pulled them out of the bag. He quickly unlocked the car and dumped the bags in before climbing into the driver’s seat. While I waited for him, I sent Rose a quick text telling her that we were on our way back. Alastor attempted to crank the car, but the engine didn’t turn over. Luckily on the second attempt, Iris’s car started.