روايات وقصص ضمن Alastor

CHAPTER 29 GABRIEL *WARNING - THIS CHAPTER HAS SOME VIOLENT CONTENT AND IS NOT SUITABLE FOR SENSITIVE AND UNDER THE AGE OF 18 YEARS READERS. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED. My Bella was still in hospital when my men had captured Mason and took him to the location I asked them to. That son of b***h maintained an arrogant attitude even though he was hanging from a beam by heavy chains! By the time I got there, my men had already had lots of fun with him. The place reeked of fresh blood. When I walked in, he started swearing at me and shouted out loud all that he was going to do to me once he was out of there! I just smirked, then gave him one of my dangerous looking glares and asked him who eve

I could hear enchanting whispers from inside. “Yes,” I murmured, my lips curling into a cold smile. “You will serve me well.” i smashed the glass against the floor. Glass exploded outward, and from the ruin rose a creature of smoke and flame, twisting into the grotesque shape of a demon. Its eyes glowed crimson, its mouth curling into an evil grin. “Lucan,” it called out, bowing its head mockingly. “It has been… centuries.” I stepped closer, unflinching, letting its hideous breath that reeked of dead bodies curl around me. “I have a task for you.”

Until he reached near the end: Marco DeSanti – Shared Sky (Sun and Moon) Symbol: Shattered Wheel Status: Claimed Alessandro felt a lump in his throat. He had taken Marco’s life. In the chapel, during the eclipse. It wasn’t merely punishment; it was part of something bigger—a ritual. He kept turning the pages. In transit Symbol: Withheld Event: Incomplete No name. No status. He flipped the page and hesitated. The last entry was sealed with wax, marked by a black seal that bore the same symbol the priestess had drawn in Marco’s blood.

The word burned in his mind like a brand. He stalked past the familiar sections—Werewolf Histories, Lunar Cycles, Pack Law—until he reached the dimly lit alcove marked "Supernatural Relations." His claws pricked his palms as he yanked out the first relevant tome: The Bewitched & The Beastly: Supernatural Attractions. The wooden chair protested as he threw himself into it, the lamplight casting jagged shadows across the pages. Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches.

It’s not hatred this time. It’s pure sadist light. The light of someone who is utterly pleased with himself.he's enjoying every minute of this.. His voice seeps into my soul like poison “Marry me, or watch your father’s world come crashing down. And this time, he won’t get away with it. I’ll see to that personally.” My whole world is crumbling at Alder's feet and for the first time ever,I feel my life hanging in the balance. i'm trapped and there’s no way out.

A deep voice spoke, and I froze. I turned my face to the side to see a man, staring out the window, his back to me. He was tall, blonde hair brushed back, and long sleeve shirt that hugged his body tightly. But what caught my attention was his physique— he looked oddly familiar, even though his voice was not. "Who are you?" I managed to ask. "How long have you been here? Why am I drugged?" I heard him laugh, and the sound send chills down my spine. "How many questions do you have for me, sweetheart?" Now he turned sideways. "If you must know, I am Alastor."

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.”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

make that infernal racket stop. I felt his leg shift beneath me, but the claw I held didn't move. A talon from his opposite appendage pushed, rolling me sideways, but I held tight. He lowered his head and one red eye gazed directly into mine. "Stupid human female named Acasia. Beg for your life." The gruff voice sounded in my head. My stomach rolled again, but I managed to speak. "Why should I beg when I can no longer take the smell? Dying would be a blessing." A low groan left my mouth.

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”