Alastor's Mother Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, the rose-colored glasses of the past were too thick, and I had not been able to see his true nature clearly. Coming back to my senses, I saw Martin reaching out to help me gather the ashes from the floor. "Stella, I didn't know Mom's condition was that serious. I thought you were lying to me. I'm sorry... Can you please forgive me?" Just as he was about to touch Claire's ashes, I shoved him away hard. "Get away from me, you murderer! What right do you have to touch her ashes? Don't dirty Mom's path to peace." Martin lost his balance and his forehead struck the broken fragments on the floor. Blood immediately gushed from the cut and trickled down his chin.

I was sticking to my theory that there was never a curse—it was just his father's attitude passed down to him. "Christina," he continued, not waiting for me to respond. "I think there's a stone that we've left unturned all this while. Your mother was a powerful werewolf witch, and she had you with a powerful alpha. There's no way that the outcome of that is an Omega." My brows furrowed in confusion and I faced him fully. "Are you telling me that suddenly you are doubting my identity as an Omega, something you tagged me as and even wanted to kill me for months ago?"

The night I was born, there was a full moon. The Luna of the Crescent Rise bundle was my mom, Claire. She is my father, the Alpha's amazing mate, a powerful and gorgeous warrior. My parents have chosen to try again for another child, but my mother has already blessed him and the pack with my sister Stella. Stella had the beauty that my mother possessed. Bright gold hair, blue eyes brighter than any other in the pack. She showed great interest in school and had good grades as well as on the training field. She was both beautiful and intelligent which are both traits revered in the werewolf community.

Mother rushed to me, clutching me with relief. “Oh, dear, you’re alright!” Marilla’s sharp eyes gleamed. “So? Did you do it?” Heat crawled up my neck. She didn’t care about me—only about unlocking the dark magic she believed my virginity had barred. Alister’s eyes were black pits of fury, shadows writhing around him. He shoved Mother aside. “Who was it? That filthy werewolf? Did you give yourself to an abomination?” Marilla clapped gleefully. “So it is done!”

"You ungrateful little monster! You're a curse on this family! How did the Sutherlands ever raise someone like you? "Your mother has sacrificed everything for you! Are you trying to destroy us all before you're satisfied?" I looked at her face, twisted and red with fury, and felt nothing but cold. So this was how they saw it. Mom had been stealing Dad's money to bankroll their entire family, and in their eyes, she was the one making sacrifices. While their curses chased me down the road, I got into the Porsche that had always been mine, turned the engine over, and drove away without looking back.

“You and your pack should leave now. You're not welcome here anymore.” Alastor stuck his palms into his pockets. “Very well then, but your daughter comes with me.” “The fuck she won't,” my father growled. “Don't you wolves do everything the Moon Goddess' way?” Alastor cackled. “Isn't honouring your fated mates the ultimate commandment around these parts.” My father huffed, wondering where he was going with this. “Yes, what's your point?” “Me plus your delicious virgin daughter equals fated mates,” he wolf-sped over to me, and in a quick second he seized my lips with his, shoving his wicked tongue down my throat and kissing me in front of my father.

An intense sadness fills me, my mother may have been the only person I had known for the first half of my life, but I never really knew her. Solana begins cutting up her sausage while she speaks, “Your adoptive grandmother, Alexstera, was fascinated by void magic from an early age, and she was easily corrupted by it.” She pauses for a moment, her expression pained, “We were only little girls, your mother, Cassandra, and I, when Alexstera committed her first true act of evil. She murdered her coven mother in cold blood.” I freeze, this is not where I thought she was going with this conversation, but her words shock me. “My mom acted like Alexstera was always the Spirit Lake coven mother, she

I trailed off, not really sure where to go from there. “Then, Anastasia found me, and you know the rest,” I said. The five of us sat in silence for a while, thinking. I was thinking about the monster again, how it called me by my mother’s name. I stared at my hands for a while, lost in thought until Alpha Angus spoke. “According to the letter your mother left, a man named Adonis was chasing her,” he said. “He might still be after you. This monster could be the one who killed your mother.”

I saw her running into my direction as the whole land of our pack started to be eaten by the underground mouth of soils with a huge and deep whole. "Mom!" I shouted back with all strength I can exert, seeing my mom being swallowed together with the houses and whole place in one snap. My whole world fell down. My mom, the Luna of pure white wolf. My dad, the Alpha of the pack and the whole community. They were all eaten by the Goddess of Earth—Paramethra. It was catastrophic. Devastating. The wolves howl are full of grief—like a song of melancholy. I fell into my knees and cried like there's no tomorrow. I wanted to get revenge and get all of them out of the goddess mouth but I know I am not

I smirked and said: “I hope for the sake of your sorry ass that you have something more and better than this. My powers slivered and surged through me. When I was about to strike, dark, thick haze and putrid stench filled my nostrils. The last thing I saw was Marcellus grinning cunningly with mirth before his form, which blazed and bled fire and black dust of magic, disappeared in thin air. The next moment, it felt like I was in Amaaralva, but it also looked like I was in Oribus. And then, the scene of my mother running away with me was playing in front of my eyes. I'm tripping over a twig again, as I did before. Mother and I crawled again through mud and brushes. It all played over and over