Alastor Nsfw Novels & Stories

she muttered with closed eyes. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and stared at the circle. The sand was beginning to emit smokes that went up towards the sky, and the candle flame turned blue. Susan stared at the smoke and she could see it was forming images, and slowly it became the image of the very man she hated the most- Logan Stewart, the arrogant young new Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack.

CALL ME. And one from a number I didn't recognize: This is Alpha Lucian. Yes, I have your number. I've had it for two years. Sleep well, little wolf. My heart did a strange flip in my chest. This man was dangerous. Dangerous to my plans, dangerous to my heart, dangerous to everything. But Moon Goddess help me, I wanted him anyway. "You slept with him, didn't you?" Petra stared at me across her kitchen table, her eyes wide with shock and maybe a little bit of awe.

Asher. His figure was a blur of black fury and gold eyes, his chest heaving, jaw clenched. He stood framed in the doorway, muscles tight, rage crackling from him like a live wire. He wasn’t just a man—he was her Alpha, her mate, her wolf barely contained beneath his skin. “Elena,” he rasped. The sound was both a prayer and a demand. She could barely lift her head. Her body, already weakened from the relentless heat, sagged against the chair.

Nyxia Evangeline has always been an outcast—a Beta scorned by her own pack. After the mysterious deaths of her parents, she lives under the suffocating control of her ruthless uncle, determined to reclaim her family's legacy and run away with the man she loves—a human unaware of the dark reality lurking beneath the surface of her world. But when her secret relationship is uncovered, Nyxia is forced into an arranged marriage with Dominico Lombardi, the dangerous Alpha enforcer of the most powerful pack on the continent. However, something far darker has been forced upon her. Through black magic, Nyxia is transformed from a Beta into something far more rare and valuable. As the dark magic

I should be here with him. Lisa pulled me back to reality. “ I think someone has eyes on you. And, he’s fine as hell.” I looked in that direction and spotted the guy I had seen earlier while sitting at the bar. This time, he sat on the edge of the bed as a woman gave him head. The woman gave her best performance, slurping up and down his dick, saliva and maybe cum coating it. His hands cupped her heavy tits as she did so. But his eyes stared straight at me. It was unnerving.

"You challenge me, and this is a warning for you not to ever do that." His voice was deep and ragged, so dark it sent a shudder crawling down her spine. He stared at her soaked core with a sick, triumphant grin, like a predator finally sinking its claws into wounded prey. With a guttural groan, he dipped his tongue and dragged it slowly, torturously along her folds. Alessia cried out sharply, her fingers clutching the edge of the dining table until her knuckles turned white. "Oh fuck!" She moaned out, her hands diving through his hair, arching forward for more.

But it wasn't. The werewolf was closest, nearly seven feet tall, muscles rippling under gray-black fur, yellow eyes glowing. His cock hung heavy and already half-hard, thick veins pulsing. Next to him the vampire, deathly pale and beautiful in a terrifying way, fangs peeking over his lip. The orc looked like he could break me in half without trying, his green cock thicker than my wrist. The incubus smiled with sharp teeth, his ridged dick already leaking. The alien’s sleek black form shifted, tentacles drifting in the air like they had their own hunger, precum still dropping from it. And the last one, some dragon-kin beast with red scales and a brutal spiked cock, he growled low but it echoe

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

he suggested, but I was simply shaken. “How do you find a creature that may be dead?” I sarcastically inquired. “What do you mean?” He was taken aback by the question. "I stabbed her with my arrow head, which has a silver blade, and only a miracle can save her,” I say irritably as I pour wine into my cupboard. I stirred it by silently moving the glass and watching the liquid ripple in time with the movement of my hand. “Alpha, there's a woman here in the North border who claims to be carrying medicine that can cure you,”Alkane, my Omega, reported through our mind link.

My heart sank when I heard body-wracking sobs slip out of his throat. What was wrong? “Albena,” he choked, broken. His face burrowed into my neck, sniffing like a mutt. Albena? Who the fuck was Albena? Okay. We had officially left the realm of normal and entered full-on what-the-fuck territory. I tried to move, tried to push him off, but this Alpha had the strength of a million omegas. And right now, I was the unfortunate victim of his sleepwalking emotional breakdown. His scent flooded my nose wrongly, curled around my thighs, and whispered that I was in deep, deep trouble.