Alastor Novels & Stories

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

I walked to his chamber and hazily saw my son's half naked body in the mist of the diamond barrier. "Milios...My son Milios come back" I whispered to myself. If not for that necromancer, my son Aimilios the crown prince will not be in this state! That necromancer putted a curse on me. My mana was reversed! everytime I will use magic it affects my body. With this tragedy my children had sacrificed so much. That's why I had to disown that clown and send that skillful knight with him to find the necromancer. I know the necromancer is just near that academy. Maybe it's time to remind Cyrvian about the real mission to accomplish in that school.

“You are so subtle.” “I know,” I offered him before his lips met mine. He tasted like sweat and honey. I pulled him closer to me, attempting to topple him into the tub with me. “You can just ask, you know.” Alastor stood back up leaving me to watch him. He gripped the back of his shirt with one hand and tore it off over his head. His muscles slightly rolled and flexed with every moment. His body was speckled with scars, which I found so sexy. He rolled down his shorts and underwear at the same time. His delicious colossal cock sprung free. His whole body shimmered in faint sweat, it made my mouth water.

At that, a call from an unknown number enters my mobile. -Tell me? -Lailah?- says a familiar voice on the other line. In the background, I can hear glass breaking.- I'm Scott. I need you to come to my apartment now. He seems alarmed. -What? Why? Scott? -It's Azael. -He says worriedly. An object falling to the ground and an incoherent babbling can be heard behind his voice.- He has arrived drunk and has started breaking things and it is not that I have enough money to renew furniture, also he has already damaged my car and that already are many expenses.

Alice POV Sometimes your own fate plays a trick on you, gives you false hope, shows a beautiful illusion of a perfect picture called life. Promising future. Fairy tales become true and then...... Whoop! The spell broke and so is your heart. Exactly what happened to me. *** I, Alice Michaelson, the most powerful hybrid in the entire realm. Fucking queen of werewolves and Lycans’ realm, Entalia. But At this moment — I’m nothing. Nothing in front of him. Him- Devil. My personal devil from hell.

She dragged out the last word. Ares didn’t answer. He just pulled me to his side. The head priest raised his hands. “Blood Moon is upon us,” he called. “Tonight, the moon judges. Tonight, wolves rise or fall.” He looked at me. “Some of us carry wolves that have been... suppressed.” Murmurs. He meant me. “Step forward, Alba Monroe,” the priest said. My feet moved before my brain could stop them. Ares let go of my hand.

Added one more line, because the evidence demanded it even if I wasn't ready for what it meant: Which means they knew I was coming. Before Alastor did.

My shoulders tensed involuntarily. The stone walls of the tower seemed to close in, suffocating me. My breath felt short with panic. No matter how deep I tried to gulp the air down, my chest tightened as if an iron weight had settled on my lungs. “SATOR,” the demon chanted, its voice echoing from nowhere and everywhere at once. “You shall reap what I sow for you. I am Tethys AREPOS, your owner. TENET, I hold you as my own. OPERA, you shall do my deeds and work. ROTAS, until the wheels have turned three times.”

In Lalisa’s world now, there were only the burning touches and intoxicating scents of the three Alphas. The flames of desire had been lit under the cool rain, and it seemed they would soon burn everything to ashes… starting with the little Omega who was trembling in the middle of a circle of three hungry predators.