Alastor Moody Book Novels & Stories

Then the smell of bad bourbon and cheap cigars hits my nose, making my entire body recoil back against the wall and away from the dirty masculine scent that was not my husband As my eyes focus I see the coward for what he was, an alcoholic rogue, one I had never seen before, I was confused because he clearly looked like a rogue but he didn’t smell like one, all he smelled of was the alcohol and cigars His teeth were stained orange and brown, chipped all over and rotting in his mouth, his skin saggy and unclean, his hair was barely there, it was stringy and brown with mud and dirt. His eyes were almost black, he looked demented and evil, he looked like a nightmare. “Well doesn’t the Luna smel

It had to be his power. Even if I was immune to his seduction, the aura of it was still there, like a toxin lingering in the air. That had to be it. That had to be why my stomach was flipping like some damn teenage girl’s. I shook my head, taking a deep breath, determined to focus on my book. After about and hour or so. The sound of dragging footsteps echoed down the halls. Followed by screaming. I stiffened. The book slipped from my hands as I stood, making my way toward the door.

This Grimoire seemed to be at the center of all the odd occurrences. "Yes. A book of immense power, so old it's dangerous. It has to be destroyed." I sighed. The book had been the target of previous attempts to destroy it. The first time I was fortunate enough to find the book was when Sat Aline threw it into the forest. And now this man was asking me to commit the unthinkable act of burning the Grimoire. "I'm just a human, I'm not part of your werewolf world," I argued again. She nodded solemnly. "But Luna, you're the only one who can do this."

I wasn’t happy because Tristan can also use the spell, but I was happy because I could get to know more about the spells I'm using, which I'm sure would be in this book. The pages of the book were old. It's like it's telling the story of a thousand years gone by. The edges tingled with the passage of time. I opened the first page, and the texture of the paper was worn and soft under my fingertips. Unlike the other books, which don't have anything on their first pages, this was different. ‘Moonlit Enchantments: A Guide to Werewolf Magic,’. It was written on the first page. The scent of mystery lingered in the air like a ghostly presence as I took a quick glance at Andrian.

There was no way he wasn't going to confess. "She belongs... to the bloodline of the Moon Goddess." Silence filled the chamber. Even the guards stopped moving. Raymond felt his heartbeat suddenly become louder. The words echoed inside his mind. The bloodline of the Moon Goddess. Before he could ask another question— A sharp pain exploded inside his head. A blinding vision flashed before his eyes. Silver light. Ancient ruins. A girl with long white hair standing beneath a glowing full moon. And a familiar voice whispering only one sentence.

Healing is strongest during a full moon. Evans widened his eyes. He recalled that the moon was full last night. Edward and his group must have recovered but why did they not come to school? They must be afraid of the mysterious girl, he had not seen her since he had arrived. "What are you searching for? Can I see?" She questioned from beside him. Evans quickly shifted away from her and then deleted the search. He locked the phone then handed it back to her. "Thank you." Soon, the lecturer closed his notes as time ran out then left. The students started packing their things. Evans remained seated for a while but Jasmine came to his front, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

* > *Loneliness gave birth to the Devourer. Then... one final line formed in deep crimson letters: > *Hatred has awakened something older still.*> The page trembled. Before anyone could read further, a streak of black fire burned across the parchment, erasing the final words. The Book snapped shut violently. Celestia caught it before it hit the ground. "What erased the page?" The Moon Goddess answered quietly, "The one whose name was never written." The earth trembled—not only the valley, nor only the mountains, but the entire world.

It had been hours, more , accurately, it was morning, the moon had finally bid the sky goodbye and welcomed the hot sun that splashed a faint orange rays across the tiled floor. My gaze sweeping through the pages, yet nothing. Nothing about this relates to My Scar. Wolves who shifted on a non-full moon night were mostly weak ones, but she was on the full moon, late-bloom wolves are the strongest, and yet her wolf was weak. I rustled out a sigh, my gaze flicked to my phone. 9:21 am. I stood, grabbed my phone and walked out of the library, but not without putting the book back onto the shelves, making sure no one knew what I had been reading.

The moonlight guided her way as she disappeared into the night, leaving the castle and Leita behind, ready to face whatever dangers awaited her. ----- Claimed by my alpha bully - Updated chapter 1 The baby daddy is a vampire - Resuming in a few days

The man warned. "You'd be a fool to make me your enemy." Alastair retorted. "It's a risk I am willing to take." The man said, stepping towards him. Alastair said nothing as he turned around and headed to his hut. "I believe you've seen enough, return this oracle to their body Libro Vitae. I've had enough of others sticking their nose into my territory." The man said, turning around facing the fire. With that, I began to feel the world pull away from me. The fire faded, the trees becoming darker until they blended. The words pulled away from me, swirling back towards the book, sticking themselves back into the page. The book slammed shut and became cold, and disappeared into thin air. I looke