Alastor Powers Novels & Stories

The Lunar curse, woven to bind them from ever uniting again. “Amor Meus,” Lucifer called, noticing his gaze. “Do it.” Allistair nodded once, stepping forward. His eyes gleamed black, silver and gold as he raised his hands, threads of chaos with moon energy unfurling around him like living serpents. “Chaos and Moon” he murmured, “I break what binds you.” The sigils on the Sins’ bodies flared, first in agony, then in brilliance. Sloth gasped, his control over time faltering for a heartbeat before strengthening tenfold, golden-blue lines of power coursing up his arms.

I calmly asked Alastor glanced at me, "What do you think? I'll do what i've always wanted." "What is it you have always wanted?" I whispered, detangling his hair with my fingers. He smiled, "To rule, to control and... to kill." "You want to rule every creature in existence?" I inquired calmly. He jingled his head, "No, I want to rule over demons and bring them into our world. I rubbed my sweaty palms together, inhaling sharply, bringing demons in, is killing every other creature existing, because the only thing demons do is kill, and that's why they were separated from us in the first place... they belong in hell.

- He caught his breath and continued. "It has seven abilities; Rapidly, Destruction, Mimic, Nightmare, Blessing, Transparency, and Ruler. In a few words, it increases your speed and destructive ability, it changes shape, it creates illusions, it makes holy elements more powerful, it makes you invisible, and it's capable of ruling over everything." That comment made them open their mouths even more. "Next is 'Ascalon', used by Saint George to slay a really strong Dragon that tormented a Town. The weakest of all of them, but it has a Dragon Slaying nature capable of gravely wounding any Dragon with just a scratch!" - Everyone was quiet.

He was five feet apart from her, as if he was petrified of the lass in front of him. Cyrill inhaled before explaining to the green-eyed vampire before him, “A Pasiphae is a type of werewolf or vampire that can duplicate any power, except for a Thaumaturge. We can only duplicate anyone’s power one at a time and only for a short period.” Rozelyn nodded in discernment. She was about to ask for something when he continued explaining. “An Astral is a vampire or werewolf who possesses abilities that mostly concern the mind. They can read the minds of others—both our kind and mortals—except for Empaths and Thaumaturge. They can also cast illusions and mentally control others.”

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.

He finished as he sat at the table. “The prophecy stated that hybrid would be powerful. Angelica is an exception, though.” Aleister said after he drained the blood bag and moved on to the second. “How so?” Asked Devon with a confused look on his face. “She is even more powerful. She is not just a wolf-vamp hybrid. She is also the daughter of a witch, a grand white witch to be exact.” Alester explained before draining the blood bag in his hands. “Is this human blood?” Aleister asked Astra as he licked his lips.

He knew that Scarlett was the reincarnation of the first human whom Goddess Hecate had blessed with power, but not om Goddess Hecate had blessed with power, but not once had he thought that she was that strong. She sneered in disgust when four of them stood up from the deathbed. "Black Magic!!" "We got this," Caroline muttered, knowing that defeating them was a little hard. "Their power source is Lestat. Where the fuck is he?" The man spoke while playing with the pendant around his neck. "I believe you’re his firstborn," Scarlett said, to which he nodded his head. "Unfortunately." "Seems like I missed the party." Another voice spoke, joining them.

Corruption and destruction resonating from it, contaminating everything around it! "Did you see that, Ares!" I grinned, feeling its eyes on me, trying to penetrate through the protection I had put in place to safeguard Ares! His powers did not work on me or my kind! But the beast in me- it could be manipulated, and given how Abigail was thriving off the destruction around us, it had managed to taint her too. "Yes, it wreaks of the pits of hell?" He snarled. "Tread carefully; something is off." He warned, making me smirk at his newfound sense of protection.

As Sylvara looked closer, she realized Zayla’s eyes were completely black, no iris, no white, just a terrifying void. "A mind-controlling spell?" Sylvara muttered under her breath. She knew she had to act fast before Zayla did something she couldn't take back. In one fluid motion, Sylvara acted. She used the sharp edge of her palm, striking the sweet spot on Zayla’s neck. Zayla’s glazed eyes fluttered shut, and she passed out immediately, slumping forward into Sylvara’s waiting arms.

“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.