Alastor Moody Book Novels & Stories

In anger and rage, his eyes turned completely red and he disappeared from everyone's sight with the speed of light. "Have you found that thing for which you came here?" Moroi Ace Denzell stood behind Ms. Anastasia and said in a low voice, "It's very rude. Don't steal like this when the family is not in the house. Very bad manners." Hearing his voice, Ms. Anastasia got scared, and the book fell from her hands. "Hey, you are faster than I thought," he picked up the book that fell on the ground and read the name of the book in a loud voice. "Exorcism: Eldritch Werewolves by Witch Rosaline."

- BACK TO PRESENT - Mallory stands up from her seat and angrily clenches her fists as she talks to Aleister. “Aren’t you afraid of the consequences? You are still a vampire in their eyes!” “YES! I am a vampire and I will always be! But you! You are not just a vampire; you are evil and you are a murderer in their eyes!” Mallory laughed loudly. Her laugh is like a laugh of a witch with pure evilness. She looks back at Aleister and smiled.

Arabella struggled against the chains that bound her, wincing as her skin burned – a sensation reminiscent of when Alessia had bound her. Now, facing Sandro, she observed him being restrained, not by Astralys herself, but by skeletal beings emerging from the ground, conjured by Astralys. "What do you want?" Arabella inquired as Astralys approached a presumed spell book. Astralys flipped through its pages, wrinkling her nose, then tossed it toward Sandro, who narrowly dodged the incoming book.

he concluded as he watched faces pop up and then hide all over the place. Azreal unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to the back as yawns and stretches were heard from the back seat, “we are here,” he announced and watched as Jay and Moxie unfolded themselves from around Lila, and he shook his head, “forever the nurturing mother,” he marveled, and she smiled at him with her sleepy eyes. Jay and Moxie looked out their windows as they rubbed the sleep from their own eyes, “where in the fucked up twilight zone are we?” Moxie demanded and Jay snorted in agreement, “it looks like some post-apocalyptic wasteland,” he marveled and Mj hummed, “it's Talia and her wolf,” she said, and the truck remaine

She falls to the floor, screaming again as the monster rushes towards her. Closing her eyes, she waits for the monster's sharp claws to cut into her flesh, but it doesn't happen. Slowly, she opens her eyes to see what has happened. The monster is gone, and instead, standing before her is the most handsome man she has ever laid eyes on. He is tall with a well-toned physique. He gazes at her with a serious and stern expression, but his seriousness doesn't diminish his strong appeal.

This time, Jonathan was groaning as well. Something else caught my attention. I saw movements, just as I was about to come down. No, this wasn't ordinary. There's no way they could've survived the rain of fire I made. Peering intently into the dim light, trying to make out the movement in the misty corner, I saw them clearly, with the help of the full moon. A fearful gasp escaped my lips as I felt a strong wave of nausea wash over me. They marched forward. Rogues that are supposed to be dead. They're alive! This is black magic. My eyes threatened to leave their sockets as the fearful creatures marched into the light.

Castor looked at us, then down at our blades, and finally met our gazes. "Who are you?" I watched his eyes as recognition slowly registered. "The orphans. The maid's grandsons." He chuckled. "Christina's brats." I stepped closer. "You killed her." His grin vanished. "Castor. Alpha of Bloodmoon." He opened his arms wide. "Do you really think I remember every woman I've been with? You think I keep a list?" "You said her name at the end. She called for you." He fell silent for a long moment.

My wrist mark burned—resisting—then cooled a fraction as the stone tightened. The crack narrowed to a hairline. But before it shut, the dark on the other side flickered once more—like a final spiteful peek. And I saw it. Not my mother this time. A shadow standing behind her, tall and robed, face hidden, holding a moon-silver blade like it was about to cut her loose… or cut her open. The shadow lifted its head. No features. No eyes. And yet I felt it smiling. The seam snapped shut.

Spencer POV My breath caught in my throat, I took my seat, shaking my head in disbelief. I thought the Moon Goddess was only with me because of the wolf she claimed was inside me, why would she direct me to a book about witches? I take a steadying breath and open the book to the page that had the bookmark made of energy. There was a map of a village and writing in another language, confused as to why the Goddess would see this as important. I made a mental note to get the page photocopied before I leave.

The heavy atmosphere eased for only a heartbeat. Then… The Book turned its own pages. Rapidly. Faster and faster. The silver light filling the room suddenly became crimson. The final page stopped. Everyone stared. An image formed. Not of the past. Of the present. It showed the burning Valerius Estate. Then another location. The Romano Fortress. Then another. The Ashcroft Tower. One by one… Every Alpha House fell. Until only one remained. A lone estate stood untouched beneath the Blood Moon. Its gates slowly opened.