Alastor Personality Novels & Stories

I should be annoyed by his manhandling, but I was impressed by the way he could just pick me up and toss me around wherever he wanted. Alastor plodded away from the now abandoned campsite and toward the road, as faithful and predictable as a machine. There was something expressive about his face though, that made me love the creature. It seemed like he had his own opinions and ideas about what was happening, but he kept those opinions to himself. "Any news from the Water Court, at least?" Fynn asked. It was a weak attempt at conversation, but I appreciated it.

ANASTASIA When you talk of pure evil, that's Alpha Diego. From what I've heard, he's an Alpha in the open, but a dangerous man in secret. In short, he's a Mafia Lord from the underworld, who lurks in the dark. I can still remember all of Father's words and warning about the Alpha. He defined him as the devil's right hand man in disguise. He portrayed him as a monster out for blood and hard to get.

“ How do I believe you when you have given me too many reasons to doubt you? You killed Nate, remember? You haunted me down like I want some animal to remember? Give me one reason I should believe you, Marcus Hadkin. Is that even your name? “ I muttered, holding back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. “ I’ll tell you everything you need to know; I’ll not be who you think I’m; my name is Alpha Marcus Stumpp, son of the late Alpha Lucian, the heir to the Fangfire pack, betrayed, banished, and rejected. Cursed by the moon goddess, mocked by my clan, humiliated by my bloodline.” His words sent shivers down my spine; as he slowly made his way toward me, I quickly took a few steps bac

She's been in rehab. It's Astro or Envy. He's similar to Ira, in a way. He hates being a Sin and often acts as though he isn't one. He hides it a lot better than Ira, though. He goes about his life trying to heal his sister as he has done to himself. We all know he has resorted to this because no one in the mortal world will accept him. He has jarringly sharp features, which although beautiful, are foreign. His hair is silvery, like fairy dust, aand lmost, tlints wwithsharp ccolorseach time he moves. Not to mention his eyes. They are a green ccolorno mortal will ever see. "Didn't know immortals would be allowed in rehab," I mutter. "Sins especially."

Seeing it for myself made me feel quite strange, I have to look For a way to cure my curse, this isn't what I wanted. The thrill I got from taking a soul has never felt so great, I'm a man with three personalities, and all these have been caused by me being a mixed breed. The dangerous me is Draco, the normal me is Devin , the soft part of me is Dave. I've never asked for this, no one knows better than me the hell I've endured for years. The Asgard's bloodline has been cursed by some witch three hundred years ago.

This man shows so much momentum and character that it is difficult for me to keep my sanity when my eyes connect with his eyes. -Here is your order sir .... -Blackwell -He answered with a sideways smile- My name is Azael Blackwell, it's a pleasure, Miss Amanda. Holy Christ, I bit my lips, I don't know what was wrong with me, my jaw seemed to be trembling. And the thing is, I've seen a lot of handsome men in my life, but, this man, he seems to be wrapped in an enigmatic air of mystery and power, and that, I can turn the face of any female, even, man.

I would have preferred a little wolf as my mate. "We've arrived, transform," the wolf says sternly. I obey and turn into my human form. We are standing in front of a black castle; at first sight, it looks gloomy. The alpha wolf transforms, and I bite my tongue to keep my jaw from dropping. He is the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life! And let me tell you, I've seen very handsome men, but he surpasses all limits. His skin is pale, with honey-colored eyes. His hair is reddish, with blond highlights, and his lips are thick, red, just like mine.

i called softly, stopping her from those type of thoughts. ‘goddess i hate myself’ i thought, dragging my hands across my face. I did not think that the first interaction i was going to get with my linker was going to be this way. “Anya is pretty, no doubt” i watched her face twist. “but i hold no affections for her. You are everything i would want and more but…” i took in a deep breath. I watched her shoulders tense up. “i am a warlock” i watched her face twist. “my world is far different from yours and…”

Some of the younger wolves were actually backing away from me like I might contaminate them. "Two mates," someone whispered. "Isn’t that like a curse?" "It's a sign," another voice agreed. "A dark one." I tried to push myself up, but my arms were shaking too badly. The rejection should have worked. The bond should be broken. Instead, I could still feel both Alphas like phantom limbs, their presence burning in my mind. “We have to get rid of this disgusting thing,” the words came from Lady Morwen Veylor, Caelum's aunt. She stood at the edge of the circle, her elegant features twisted with disgust.

As though her defiance were proof that she belonged at my side. I slam my fist against the stone wall, the crack reverberating through the room. No. I cannot allow this. I will not allow a slip of a woman, a fragile, trembling thing, to crawl beneath my skin. I am Alpha. I am ruler. I do not bend, I do not share, and I do not cannot love. And yet when I close my eyes, I see her. Not the broken girl who sobbed in shadows. Not the trembling captive who bowed her head. No, I see her as she was tonight burning steady, steady enough to hold her ground against me.