Alastor Powers Novels & Stories

They serve the King of the Underworld, and they will destroy, alongside me, the worlds, when the timing is right. There was another presence in the room. Finally, my wife was arriving. With the reflective cloak. The person wearing it cannot be cursed or affected by demonic energy. I, however, have a different kind of energy. Nothing can keep my power under control, no matter how reflective the surface of the cloak might be Her Alastors were flanking her from all directions, and four of them were carrying the transparent box that contained her. This was essential to prevent my power from killing her when she approached me. Additionally, I made sure the thorny branch was latched onto her.

Edna said wiping tears of her face . “Well, the twelve of them Asmodeus he controls the elements. Astaroth, he’s a shapeshifter or she, no one really his/her true form. Beelzebub, She controls plants. Belphegor, has an army of skeletons. Leviathan, is a giant. Mammon, has the ability to summon and control gargoyles. Abaddon is telepathic. Baal, lightening and thunder. Belial, controls serpents. Lilith, is the most powerful witch ever. Raktos, manipulates music, and lastly Moloch, is the gatekeeper to souls.” Lanks concluded

But given the number of bastards he’s produced with women, he should not be judging my mother, who was under the power of a God. I grunted at him. As far as he knows, I don’t speak. Let him continue to live in ignorance. It will be his downfall. “You misbehaved today, Monster! I’ve been good to you! I’ve let you live! And you repay that by throwing that boy’s torn-up corpse out here? You scared my people! You made them think I was not in control of you. I own you! You do as I say!” he shouted, storming closer.

His body began to tremble as he frowned, and I knew he was trying to teleport. "You killed father and tried to have me killed?!" Azrael hissed. "No no… It's lies!” Malachi hissed as he got to his feet, drawing a dagger and lunging at me. "They are here to kill you, Azrael!" "Oh? So, you just happened to forget to mention your special abilities?!" Azrael deflected his hit, but Malachi was faster, kicking him away. Instantly I moved in, bringing Morgana’s sword up. I blocked his attacks, aiming a roundhouse kick at him. He stumbled back and I spun around, punching him in the face. The sickening crack making him hiss as I struck him with the sword down his chest.

They've been closed for too long. "Who was that young man?" I asked the priestess who was still chanting her words while rotating a bead in her hand slowly. I don't notice it was there before. "Alocaus." She replied. Alocaus. I've never heard of such strange name before. "Alocaus was a God, the God of neutrality. He was said to have the powers and qualities of the three clan. He could shift into a wolf, grow fangs like vampires, and cast spells like witches." The priestess said before she paused. She opened her eyes to look at me and they were pure white. It was shining so brightly that I had to use my hands to cover my eyes.

the head guard said as he and the rest of the guards fell on their knees. Zephyr froze in place, starstruck. She couldn’t hear the rest of their conversation as she tried to process the newfound information. He was the Alpha of the Shadowcrest Pack, the ruthless Alpha who was rumored to be the devil. She gulped fearfully, realizing that she had voluntarily given herself to the devil. She was now his property.

That last came out a wail, as un-alpha-like as a tone of voice could possibly be. He had the audacity—and the cruelty—to chuckle, shaking his head at me, eyes faintly glowing. Mine were too, I thought, but I could hardly feel my magic anymore, it’d been so subdued by his. His scent had thickened even more, suffocating me: rich and powerful, a hint of sweetness underneath bitter darkness, like sugared Turkish coffee. It was so unfair. So fucking unfair, that he had this, this innate power, when I couldn’t even claim that after losing everything else.

he added. "The Supreme Being that you were referring to was Dylan and now he is turning into a human," I said to her. "That is one of Achlys' abilities. He absorbs anyone's power and uses it against them. He is a destroyer. Please be careful with him, he can be very deceiving," she warned me. "I have to go," her voice sounded petrified. "My training isn't over yet," I utter. "He is here, and you know that we don't get along very well," she explained.

"Or maybe you just don't want to admit that your little witch friend is a murderer." "Enough," Vergil cut in, his voice cutting through our argument like a blade. He stood between us, his arms crossed over his chest. "It wasn't Lucinda." I scoffed. "And how can you be so sure? Are you protecting her too?" "I protect no one," Vergil snapped, glaring at me. "Lucinda is a spoiled brat, but her magic is mostly healing or white magic. The purple smoke Eric described is probably dark magic. It belongs to the dark covens of the Eastern Wastes, witches who sell their souls to demons for a fraction of their power. Lucinda wouldn't touch that magic; she considers it beneath her."

He boasted like the arrogant king he was. "You're no god! you're a cursed beast. Nothing more nothing less." She raised her hands, and purple fire danced between her fingers. "You are just a heartless monster, Zayn and you have no idea what kind of power you are playing with." Zayn started to laugh. It was a loud, arrogant sound that made the walls shake. "Power? You think your little sparks and whispers are power? I am the Alpha of Alphas. I don't need magic to break your neck."