Alastor Radio Demon Mga Nobela at Kwento

Without me, you would be dead, you silly! But yes, death is more favorable to him, if he achieved this kind of death the process will be finalized and he well become a Demon Alpha God, and that is the most dreadful part. "If that's the case, then whoever this wolf is, you all die together!" threatened the witch yelling, "Again! Attack!" "But... what if she's the moon goddess?" asked a man who had shifted into a human form. "Don't believe what you see. Your moon goddess isn't dumb enough to show up just to protect this demon wolf!" reasoned the witch and reminded, "This is what we all want! To kill Kael Hawthorne, the son of a demon! Now, witches act! Everyone attack!"

I pulled out my claws from his stomach making him cough out blood and whine in pain. "Now, what is it that you wish for dear lovely priest?, tell me and I wish to grant it for you," I trailed my bloody hands on his face as he trembled in fear. I loved it when people were afraid of me. There was this inner demon in me that loved to feed on people's fear. And that was the reason why I loved taunting Elena. Her fear was the only thing that calmed the demon in me and now that she was gone, it was looking for a new vessel filled with fear.

Alastair had transformed into a monster of darkness. “This is it,” Alastair sighed long with a wide smile. “I’m alive,” he said in a raspy voice. “What the fuck? You’re still alive?” asked Harlow with a furrowed brow. “I’m no Alastair,” answered the monster with a cackling laugh. Harlow was stunned before he raised a question in whispers. “You’re Lucifer?” The monster turned to me. “Come on, Alexa. We can rule this world together,” he said, reaching a hand toward me.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

The Deathbringers was a pack led by an incredibly powerful leader—Alpha Kane, but everyone called him the Devil Alpha. It was rumoured that his eyes were pitch black during transformation, a color that no Alpha had ever had. Some said he got it by making a deal with the devil while others claimed he was the devil. I agree with the latter. He had to be the devil, believing otherwise would mean that there was something worse than him out there. That in itself, was a more terrifying thought.

Without being told, the crowd divides, clearing an uninterrupted path to his destination. Just then, his face finally comes into view and then I see him even clearly. A tall, broad-shouldered man, he had a ripped body that even the clothing he wore couldn't hide it. His aura was commanding. Then his face…. heavens, well defined, it seemed as though he was created on a special day, giving him unique, extremely handsome features. His midnight black eyes held no emotion, a huge contrast to his handsome, alluring facial features. Alpha Iskander Damaris of the blood moon pack , The almighty warlord. The soulless butcher.

That night, when the enforcement officers conducted their search, they were looking for Raven. Crap! I had yelled at him just the other night. I, an utterly ordinary human, had yelled at a demon. Was it too late to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness? I dragged my heavy feet back home.

“I think my life is in danger, which means everyone working at Alpha Jackal’s mansion is in danger. What if the demon decides to attack me while I’m at work? Or attack my friends? What if the demon attacks you?” “Hold on, first, tell me what happened!” Lana demands, and so I tell her everything. I leave out no detail, and when I’m done talking, my friend sighs. “That is some creepy demon...” I nod. “Tell me about it...” Lana cocks her head to the side, examining me for a moment. “And I see your point of wanting to get rid of him,” she finally says. “But what do you want me to do about it? I’m not exactly an expert in demonology.”

“You know, I’m starting to miss the demon Alpha you once were. That guy? Would’ve ripped anyone to pieces who even tried to look at his paiónia.” Ronin let out a growl when he grabbed at Alastor and missed the slimy bastard by a hair. “If you’re offering, I’m happy to have pieces of you decorated all over the estate.” Alastor laughed, holding up his hands. “Easy. I come in peace. I just wanted to bring a concerning matter to your attention.”

No, reaching inside the pentagram was forbidden. What if I poke him with a stick? He can’t just lie there in my tower, can he? I have enough problems on my plate without a dead demon! ** I was in agony. Every bit of my body that was still there was emanating with pain, even my tail. “Demon, are you alive? Demon! Damn you, you’re a rascal, not a demon!” It was clearly a girl’s voice. She seemed young and quite upset. She had a throaty contralto, clear and singsong, like hot chocolate.