Novel & Cerita Alastor's Mother

“Nothing lives under dirt and wood.” The youngest slid off her mat and knelt, ear pressed to the floor. She smiled faintly. “It’s been awake for a long time,” she said. “It was just waiting for Mama to stop screaming.” The floor shuddered. A low thump echoed upward, slow and deliberate — a heartbeat too deep to belong to any living thing. Dust drifted from the rafters. The fire dimmed, shrinking as if starved. The eldest staggered back. “What did she do?” he shouted, not sure who he was asking.

The only thing he knew: he had to get his mother to safety, and he needed answers. Two days passed like a recurring nightmare. His mother had been taken to the hospital, suffering from a mild concussion and extreme exhaustion. The doctor said she needed complete rest. Siron sat beside her bed when his mother woke briefly, her grip weak. "Siron..." she whispered, her eyes weary. "He... has changed. Not... pure Morat anymore. Alaric... is trying to take over..." "How do we stop it?" Siron asked, trying to contain his panic. "Find... the records. In the campus library... forbidden archives section... look for the name 'Alaric von Aethelford'..." then she drifted back to sleep, her face lined wi

Maeve said, honey dripping from her voice as she looked into his blue eyes intently. Alistair shook his head as if he is hypnotised by her and smiled, cupping her face. “I shall not leave you.” He said, taking her hand into his giant one and planted a kiss on the back of her delicate hand. Seeing her son’s submission to the slutty woman, Beatrice lost her composure and yelled at Alistair, agitated by Maeve’s compulsion. “Alistair Vane. I am your mother. The queen mother of the great Lycanor Kingdom. I summon you to the prayer room.”

Josh gasped, grabbing the sliced chicken breasts and spicing them along with the garlic. “Indeed, however, there was one special case where a vampire gave birth. It was quite the spectacle.” “Do you know them?” Josh asked, watching as Alaster eyes sparkled, a grin nestled onto his features. He’d never seen him so happy before yet there was a hint of pain present. “Yes, we were very close. She is actually Xavier’s mother,” Alaster said, turning to Josh, now completed with his task.

“It’s not like that mother. I’ve just been busy.” He replied as he pressed his lips together. “Busy with what? With finding the girl or what?” His mother said back to him. “Mother… what do you know about the high priestess who gave birth to the child?” Alston required. He looked up to meet his mother frowned face before she drew out a chair and sat on it. “I don’t know anything about that. I can’t even say anything about that. But she went against one of the rules and that was the punishment given to her. I can’t say much apart from that.” She replied.

"The curse is about Weston Alphas giving themselves to witches the way Alistair should have. Tying your life to an elemental witch.” I roll my eyes, my voice rising with disbelief, “That’s absolute bullshit.” Mother shakes her head, her eyes softer now as she looks at me. I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. I glance sideways at Nova, who doesn’t say a word. Her eyes are distant, locked on some invisible point beyond this room, beyond me. I look at my mother again, exhaling slowly. “Fine, if Hecate wants atonement, how do we give it to her?”

She moves toward the door but pauses with her hand on the frame. “Oh, and Mabel?” She looks back at me with eyes that suddenly flash violet like Kate’s used to. “That little piece of your soul living in Marcus? I can feel it. Which means if you try anything clever, anything at all, I’ll crush it like an insect. Kill the part of you that lives in your son. Would you like to find out what that feels like?” Then she’s gone and the magical bindings holding us dissolve, dropping me to my knees. For a long moment neither of us moves, we just kneel there on the cold floor trying to process what just happened, trying to understand that the real monster was never Kate or Magnus or Donald but Alistair

“Oh, she meant every word. Poor little Aliyana. Always trying so hard to be the perfect sister, the perfect daughter, the perfect Luna. But the truth is, none of it was ever yours to begin with.” I clenched my fists. “Say what you came to say.” “Oh, I will,” she purred. “Your mother, the one you thought was yours, wasn’t. Alessia’s mother was a wolf of noble blood, pure and proud. Yours was not.” She leaned forward slightly, voice lowering like a serpent’s whisper. “Your mother was Selene Morwen. A witch. One of the most powerful of her kind. She fell in love with Lord Benedict Hastings. You know that name, don’t you? Your father.”

she glares at him in disbelief. “I can’t believe you just said all of that.” She storms out of the room and left the restaurant. Aleister’s father sat down on the chair and drinks a glass of water. “Dad, is that true? Mom’s parents were killed by a werewolf?” Aleister asked. Madison was also waiting for his answer. He looks at Madison before answering. “Yes, it’s true. That was even before you were born, days before our wedding.” Madison bowed her head because she feels bad for Aleister’s mother.

But I was wrong. I didn't expect the little vampire to come back after seeing the tears in her eyes, but apparently, I was mistaken. Alyssa bravely continued cleaning the castle, unknowingly making me interested in her. Darla, the werewolf mother, had earlier said: "Don't look at her; calling her the devil would be an insult to Satan himself," and yet, Alyssa came back inside the castle.