Novelas y relatos de Alastor

If only they knew the way this day is going to end for them all. I'm only getting started. I took out the nine-dimensional keystone and chanted a spell taught to me by my seer. "Bara daga saga raticum ronda." At once, the gate of hell opened in a small circle portal, and I threw his heart into it, thereby casting his soul there, for all eternity. At the sight of this, the entire Fire Wolf Pack was thrown into dismay, and they started panicking, running for their lives. I summoned immediately the ninety-nine thousand demons I have at my command to come forth and feed on the souls of the confused pack members who don't know what else to do with themselves.

Vador sighed as Aleister entered the study. "Call Alizon," Aleister said."Call her now" "Yes? You called for me,"a lady in white appeared.She had a white mark running from her hair down to her forehead,her hair was black. Alizon was a white witch,she was also Vador's godmother who stayed in the east empire disguised as an old lady.She was King Alarie's younger sister who was not killed when the dark witches had attacked because they didn't know about her. Only Vador and Aleister knew about her,she was a very powerful witch with healing powers and the ability to summon souls.

Iris's P.O.V. ​"You keep hold of her." ​"I am." ​"A tight hold on her," Lucian clarifies crisply. ​"I said I am," I reply with as much patience my body could muster. ​"I'm serious, Iris. I don't need that monster tearing him apart," Lucian voices from the other side of the door. ​"Okay, first of all, Sassy is not a monster. She is your Moon Goddess reincarnated and more," I snap as I glare at the door which stood between me and the person who deserved my narrowed gaze.

“W-what are you doing?” “…Of Sylrune Pack reject you, Zarelia Drakonis, daughter of the late Alpha, Orion as my mate and Luna.” ~ ~ ~ My wrist burned where the silver chains rubbed against my sore, raw flesh making me wince. My prison cell reeked of piss, rust, blood, and what I suspected to be decaying bodies. Every time I inhaled, I could taste the mixture of these horrid smells on my tongue and it made bile rise to my throat each time.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

Harlow growled and transformed into a large gray Lycan. Alastair grinned with a crooked smile. “Baby, I was already in hell.” He transformed into a black Lycan standing 6 ft 8”. His head nearly touched the hanging chandelier. Using shadow magic, I trapped Alastair’s feet to the ground. Black shadows gripped his ankles in place, enough to give Harlow an opening. At super speed, Harlow shredded Alastair’s body. Though his feet were bound, Alastair’s hands were still free. His hand swung faster and slammed Harlow’s body into the wall. We were too late to see it.

"We have always been told the Cursed Ones… sorry… the Werewolves gained entry into Altair by deceitful means." His eyes widen in shock. Then he throws his head back and laughs. "And how did the Werewolves manage to deceive the Guardians of Altair?" I suppress a shiver when I realize that I had asked this very question to my tutor. The Guardians of Altair are beings with no bodies. They're everywhere, all around Altair, creating a barrier between the magical and the non-magical worlds. All the other magical worlds in this realm have their own barriers, some weak, some strong. Altair is believed to have the strongest, the most magically advanced protection in the form of the Guardians.

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

“Lenora, meet Grimaldi’s only heir, Alpha Dorian Grimaldi.” For the first time, my attention fully shifted to the female standing by his side. Just like her father, Lenora Mendalv was quite infamous in the worst ways possible. Her sharp cat eyes met mine firmly and the ethereal beauty she carried effortlessly was enough to make any mere mortal worship the grounds she walked on. With eyes darker than her heart and straight black hair to go with, she was tarted in a white mini ball gown that did well to accentuate her slender curves and blemish free skin. In many ways, her charms were lethal, which had easily earned her the reputation as the succubus of North Creekville. Her red clad lips inch

The Moon Goddess had given me two mates. Equally attractive, equally strong, and equally sinful. We didn't even get to exchange names before Alastor made his presence known. His aura was so bitter and poisonous that my wolf and I felt no warmth from him as he circled his talons around my wrist, pulling me so hard away from Trenton that my arm broke. "Brother?" Trenton raised the question with confusion dancing behind his eyes. "She is mine," Alastor thundered. His voice was so heavy, it rumbled against my eardrums.