Alastor Novels & Stories

In that moment Ally felt like an object. A blinding light appeared and as the light died she could make out a figure. It was a massive and winged. A pair of human feet walked over the glass towards them and seemed to leave the owner unaffected. Ally instinctively put the little boy behind her and began walking away from what was now two men. A demon and a black winged angel. “It was me, Gabriel. Leader of the army of heaven.” His voice boomed. She had never seen two better looking men in the same room.

Geneva said worriedly to her friend. "What do you call him by the way?" "I gave him a name. Dyrus Aleister Aspartheon. I think he's a demon way back from the Great War that got blasted down to the 13 Circles or something. He said that he got drenched in the waters of Styx forgetting everything about his past so I told him to go back to Pandora's Chasm where he might remember something from his past but he returned this morning and declared that he's staying with me. So now I don't have a way to break my curse and a useless demon that's going to get me killed if the ministry finds out about him." Ruby puffed her cheek in frustration, looking completely like a child throwing a tantrum.

Jo paused, waiting to see if Eliza would say more, but she didn’t, so she took a deep breath and continued. “When the Vampire used that name, Asteria, I got chills. I realized then that it did make sense that it could be her, that it almost had to be. She’s one of the only Vampires that’s ever been able to create the sort of shields from Cassidy that she’s experiencing now. The other was Daunator, and he exploded, so I don’t think he could be back.”

He leaned forward mindlessly and then snapping out of it he grabbed her shoulder. “We need to go, now!” He shouted, scaring her out of her imagination. “R-Right! Let’s go!” “Right…” Alastair dropped a magic scroll on the ground and it warped into a black hole immediately. Alexis stared down the familiar thing, knowing the headache that was to come. She grabbed Alastair’s hand, he held it tightly as they jumped into the darkness. Somewhere along Alexis’ screaming she had clung on to Alastair for her dear life. Alastair stood calmly amidst the fall, enjoying the reaction more than he would ever admit.

My room was at the very top of the castle, a fortress of smooth black stone so high it felt like a mountain. From here, I could see the heavy iron gates far below. Even from this height, I could see the golden letters that felt like a brand on my soul The Castle of Lucifer. ​I knew who was guarding those gates. I didn’t have to see them to feel their presence. Armageddon, the red dragon, would be shifting his three heads. I imagined his middle head, the one with the six glowing red eyes, scanning the wasteland for any soul brave enough to approach.

This was the Blackthorn Boarder. Back at Red Hollow, they told us terrifying stories about this place just to keep us from running away. They said the leader here, Prince Alaeric, was a monster. They called him the "Shadow Prince" a Lycan with blood so dark and powerful that he could crush a normal wolf just by looking at them. "If you cross that line," my stepmother used to sneer, "Alaeric will rip your throat out before you can even beg for mercy. He doesn't take prisoners. He only takes lives."

Selene plucks Angel from the evil woman's clutches and hugs him into her chest. Another bang is heard. This time, the noise does not come from the sky but from the ground, under Lilith's feet. The ground opens up on fire, and she begins to be pulled down. Her face is putrified, her hands turn back to bones, her eyes pools of lava, and from his mouth without lips and with pointed teeth come screams of hate. When Lilith disappears, the ground returns to normal, as if it had never opened, and Seline takes Angel from her chest and, kissing him on the forehead, says:

‘A win for you is a win for me,’ Juanzo was saying, ‘We can’t let that blond prick win. ‘Agreed.’ Derith replied. In the next instance, there wasn’t just one Hind, but four. ‘What the fuck?!’ Alastor growled, his head whipping around, trying to keep track of the true Hind as the copies zipped back and forth. In his state of confusion, a puff of fire billowed into his face. Letting out a yelp, he dropped down on his belly and flattened his ears. He cringed as heat seared along his back. Juanzo pinned him by the scruff of his neck before he could recover.

Whether or not he was his blood child, he always treated him with hate for claiming that he was a son of a sin. “The demon that had him shifting into a Lycan’s cure is with the phoenix. It is something that Alaric knows, and I know for fact that it might be the reason why he is caught up with wanting to be with her.” He said, and I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as I did. “And you are certain that she is the phoenix, how? Mother would have sensed her if she was always there, and you know…”

If he’d been consumed, Goddess knows what’ll happen to his family. It was only a moment of consciousness for him before the voice took over once more. ‘Rockus!’ The low voice cursed as he stood and faced the mood hanging high above. ‘You’ll never be up there for long, my sweetness. I’ll pull you down from there if it’s the last thing I do! Made me a formless, scent-less thing, did you?’ A low chuckle of pure evil rumbled from Ambrose’s chest. ‘I’ll be the most hideous thing you’ll ever see. I’ll wipe out your creations, you’ll have no choice but to face me in the end with that pretty face of yours.’ A pause and then Ambrose’s gaze glared down at his own hands grabbing in tight fists.