Alastor Powers Novels & Stories

I heard Deucalion’s voice ask from behind me. Just as I turned to answer him, all the torches, candle stands, and chandeliers in the hall went out leaving us in total darkness. I tried to navigate my way around the darkness for a few seconds but before I could make it to Valerian, I felt someone seize me by the neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Illyria!!”

Then I transform into my wolf form, ready to smash that damn arrogant guy's face. * * "So you're the legendary alpha of the Blood Moon pack," he smiles mischievously. "That's right, it's me," I growl. "What the hell is going on?" Alex says, confused, positioning himself between us. "This idiot tried to force a kiss on me," I say angrily, still growling. "What!" Alex easily slams the guy against the wall. "She's my mate, you idiot! Don't you dare touch her!" he says through gritted teeth.

he said as he looked at me. "You really think so?" I asked softly. "I do" he said "I wonder what other powers of mine you are going to take up" he added. "What other powers are there?" I asked. "Flying. I am also the best fighter I know, you inclusive. I escort souls through the barrier into hell and help them get into the lava to be reborn, I am the only one capable of that" he said. "Maybe I will be able to do that as well" I replied "when do you find time to do it though? Is it like a special occasion? Or is it like everyday?" I asked.

I let out. “You are supposed to have an earth witch help you understand your powers better,” he said a little bit flippantly, before focusing his calculating gaze on Alex, “I believe I heard rumors about your pack hiring a witch. What was it for, if not to train your dearest Luna, Alpha Alexander?” “We had rogues attack us in an organized way, your highness,” Alex told him without delay. “What?” The Alpha King’s right hand man exclaimed at once, “That’s unheard of. Are you sure?”

I would rather lift my dress and dance bare-skinned in front of the High Council Judgment Hall on a sacred Sunday while howling a rogue war song. I shoot a panicked look at Lestat, then glance back at the heavy wooden door. Creepier is definitely still out on the stone path searching for my scent. Creepy could be circling the block right now. Worse yet, Tristan could be running toward this very building with a pack of warriors to force my mark onto the license. But can I really ask a High Alpha to go along with this madness? He might just push me away— "No," Lestat growls softly to the woman, his voice thick with the poison.

“Lower your voice.” “No.” The magic inside me stirred in response to my anger. It always did. A faint hum rose beneath my skin, crawling up my veins. He saw it immediately. “Don’t,” he warned. I lifted my hand. Energy sparked across my palm—blue and silver, crackling softly like trapped lightning. It buzzed against my skin, restless and eager. “Tell me,” I whispered, my eyes never leaving his. “Anya, stop.” I raised my hand toward my throat.

“This demon is covered with black magic, so black that I couldn’t breathe while I tried to reach the source of the magic.” “Did you say he is not Alastor?” “Yes. It’s not him.” “I knew it!” He hissed loudly as he threw a punch in the air, his eyes blazing red as smoke rose from his skin. “It was impossible to catch him without him creating chaos!” “He’s up to something, Lucius. He wants us to believe he is dead.” My chest continued heaving as I kept staring at the dead body. The magic wasn’t wearing off. He still looked like Alastor, including the strong aura that was enveloping him. It only meant one thing. Alastor had a black witch or a powerful demon on his side.

“I fear for any child to be born into a world where those as blind and stubborn as you, are the ones to lead it. Your refusal to see the truth will be the destruction of us all.” Alaric was incensed. “Very well. You have made your choice and left me no other.” He raised himself up, as if standing straighter would make him more powerful. “Sorceress Astasha, you are to be stripped of your powers and banished, tomorrow, at first light.”

And Kyle seemed to possess abnormally high power. Only a lycan could wield the power of what the creatures of this paranormal realm called Alstral. It was one of the greatest powers in history and not many could control it. You see, it was very difficult to possess this power and control it. Many had died trying to use it against others, meaning it would kill not just the target but also the caster of the power. "Shut up!" Lycan king Kyle was beginning to shift into something else. The others tried to run out of there but the Alstral power was too strong to let them pass. Even the powers of portals could not be harnessed where the Alstral power was being initiated.

I stuttered. “He is playing mind games with you. He is making you believe that you have lost your powers and this is why your powers didn’t come back after the ritual. WE CANT RETUN WHAT IS ALREADY THERE!!” She exclaimed wide eyed clapping her hands in excitement. “So if I’m understanding what you are saying… you mean I still have my powers??” I raised an eyebrow trying to make an explanation out of all she’s saying. “Yes. You have your powers. Abaddon greatest power is mind trick, and he tricked you into believing that he took your powers. He never did! He never took your powers Anastasia.” She announced, her eyes glistening with hope.