Alastor Scary Novels & Stories

“You seem mighty sure of that,” “I am!” “So then, tell me who do you think it is?” My blood runs cold. I have backed myself into a corner and I know it. I sigh heavily. “We know he is a wolf, we know his eyes glow red and we know that he always seems to strike within the vicinity of The Freakshow. We also know that it only happens on full moons, which are sporadic at best.” “What’s your point?” “The only evidence you have is a scared alpha? I have a scarred alpha too!” I demand. Brutus is silent.

A door, thrown hard enough to hit the wall. “Get behind the door,” Talia says. There isn’t time. Garrick comes in without knocking, and he isn’t wearing the good shirt anymore, and he isn’t wearing the charm either. He looks the way he looked the week after the funerals. Hollow around the eyes, moving too fast. That frightens me more than any shouting he has ever done. “Out,” he says to Talia. “Alpha, I was only bringing her…” “Out.” She goes. She looks back at me from the doorway and I give her the smallest shake of my head I can manage, because there’s nothing she can do in here except get hurt alongside me.

I swallowed as he slowly took in what he saw in front of him. Then as if someone lit his tail on fire, he was sprinting. He was a black blur as he hurdled toward me. I dropped the chunk of meat. I heard people's screams from the other side of the fence. I was frozen in fear. Before I knew it, he had stopped and slowly crawled out of the tunnel. He stood -tall as a horse- toward me. Expressionless. His chest heaved as he panted. A soft noise of fear slipped from my lips. A plea. I was rigid. My ears ringing. I could make out Kari calling my name. I heard someone complaining that the door wouldn't open. It was stuck. Great. Alastor slid one huge paw forward, his eyes watching me. He froze whe

The male threw one last glance at the dark hallway, making sure that whatever that was waiting there would be warned of his wrath. "C-Count Chaol, do you think your castle is haunted?" Asty was incredibly shaken and pale. It was as if she had just witnessed something frightening. She couldn't stop pitching her fingers with was a sign of her anxiety and fear. "How ironic." the count retaliated. "You are more scared of ghosts than me?" "Well, you are someone I speak and touch." Asty protested meekly. "I will go check. Stay here." "Nooo..." she whined and grabbed his arm. "Don't leave me."

He leaned forward mindlessly and then snapping out of it he grabbed her shoulder. “We need to go, now!” He shouted, scaring her out of her imagination. “R-Right! Let’s go!” “Right…” Alastair dropped a magic scroll on the ground and it warped into a black hole immediately. Alexis stared down the familiar thing, knowing the headache that was to come. She grabbed Alastair’s hand, he held it tightly as they jumped into the darkness. Somewhere along Alexis’ screaming she had clung on to Alastair for her dear life. Alastair stood calmly amidst the fall, enjoying the reaction more than he would ever admit.

Even though it's not possible, the hope of Alastor turning good depends on his death, he'll only be harmless when he's dead. Cruel, isn't it? I thought so too. My mother, father and now twin brother are all devils with ugly horns beneath their veils, scary shit. I twisted the doorknob to his room and walked in, trying to make no noise which I was successful in, regardless of how quiet I was, Alastor's eyes snapped open before I took one foot closer. At first, he looked as if he was going to kill me, I guess that was instinct; making my heart snap into two in shock and then his eyes softened.

I turned the light back on. The scream that tore from my lungs wasn't human. The attic was packed. Hundreds of them. Not just my collection, but things that had crawled out from the eaves, from the crawlspaces, all wearing the faces of dolls I had never seen. They were all staring at the light, their pupils shrinking in unison, a sea of black dots vanishing into porcelain voids. They didn't retreat this time. They flinched, but they kept coming. "Don't look," a voice whispered from directly behind my ear. It sounded like Lady Genevieve. "It hurts to look."

I warned and he laughed, grabbing my arm once again but this time more tightly. He began to drag me down the alley but I struggled against him. That was untill my saviour came for me. "Let her go." The voice carried nothing but terror and woe. I was reminded of the evil horror movie I had seen once when I was at home with Lola and Enzo. L'Angelo stood in the dark, his hands in his pocket. His silhouette screamed death as he gazed at us with anger. He took a step and walked forward into the light.

Alessia's POV I looked around and I didn't like what I saw. Black candles, skulls and bottles with stuffed insects there. There is also an altar there and there is a skull with horns in the middle. I was uncomfortable and still nervous even though I couldn't see the girl. Maybe because of the scary appearance of magic. "What you need is here, Lord Stefano." I only heard voices but I was still terrified. I didn't look anymore because I felt it would only make me feel worse.

'' Bernard wasn't surprised that scar could go to any length to show his stupidity but then he was impressed. " How foolish of him, it seems I have become torn on his flesh, that he now wants to monitor my every move, it seems Alpha scar is scared of me, I won't mind giving him a little gift tonight what do you think," asked Bernard as he continued staring at the young kneeling in front of him. Beta Lucas already knew what Bernard was talking about, so he quickly bowed his head, and then left the return, but when he returned, he returned with a huge box stuffed with surgical instruments.