Alastor Scary Novels & Stories

I would rather lift my dress and dance bare-skinned in front of the High Council Judgment Hall on a sacred Sunday while howling a rogue war song. I shoot a panicked look at Lestat, then glance back at the heavy wooden door. Creepier is definitely still out on the stone path searching for my scent. Creepy could be circling the block right now. Worse yet, Tristan could be running toward this very building with a pack of warriors to force my mark onto the license. But can I really ask a High Alpha to go along with this madness? He might just push me away— "No," Lestat growls softly to the woman, his voice thick with the poison.

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

“You need to see this. Now.” I turn back to the main display as video feeds from Alaska fill the wall. The collapsed facility site is no longer quiet. Rubble shifts. Ice cracks. The ground pulses with unnatural light. Theo stands in the wreckage. Fully formed now. Scarred but whole. Silver eyes burning with cold intent. And he is not alone. Scottie stands beside him. Alive. Regenerating. The sight hits me harder than any blade ever could. Between them, held carefully as if it is sacred, floats something impossible.

Still, I forced my face to remain calm. "You are a sick, crazy, paranoid beast." I looked away from him, but he chuckled, and somehow that was worse than if he'd laughed. "Yes, I may be sick and perverted at times, and I admit I can get fucking crazy when people cross me, but..." He moved so fast that one second he was sitting across from me and the next he was beside me. My body recoiled automatically, and Alastor growled because he didn't like that. He never liked when my body remembered what my mind already knew.

My heartbeat slows down as he walks ahead lazily. Aleister lets out a loud growl again. I gasp, shifting my attention to him. The darkness gathers around him. If he looked scary before, he looks monstrous now. I think about getting up and saving myself but I don’t get the time. As expected, when he truly wants to finish something he will appear like a Grim Reaper, ready to take the soul without a care. A scream erupts from my mouth as he skips past the distance. For a second, I believe that this is the end. He won’t spare me now.

The dragon yawned like it was bored, then slithered back into the pitch-black room like it was clocking out for the night. It happened so fast, nobody even blinked. Aside from the two mages who'd seen it before, everyone's fear rating shot up past 50. One old guy hit 100 just stepping onto the tenth floor. Dropped dead from sheer terror. The rest of the deaths were all over the place. But none of it touched me. To me, this place felt like paradise. I'd always been the outcast—thanks to my busted perception. Wolves avoided me, called me a freak, even chucked rocks.

As for Jack, he stood some distance away from all of them. Father asked Anne to needle the tip of her index finger and put the dripping blood into a small bowl of water. Father then recited spell after spell, and was greeted by the sect members who repeated the incantation while raising their hands and walking around them. A moment later, Anne felt that her head was hurting terribly. She couldn't help it and screamed out loud. Her eyes began to turn white and blood came out of her nose. Anne looked up and grinned horribly. For a moment Anne's face took on the appearance of a demon, which it wasn't her.

"I don't believe so. I'm not sure because you haven't found your mate yet." “Didnt you know I'm Caleigh Sanders? I am Alpha Chaste's mate!” she shouted angrily dashing into my side. She raised her right hand to punch me but I sidetracked causing her hand to pass me and her body was brought with her. "Oopss", I teased her. She gritted her teeth and face her back at me. I heard her murmur strange words making me worry a bit. "She's a witch." those words… she's a witch, I realized to myself. I have to be cautious around this girl.

Is that the reason why his pale face is covered in Blush? Who could the unlucky bumpkin be? “Heyyy…Heyyy..Heyyy..Earth to Alastor….Earth To Alastor..” I called and he immediately snapped out of his so called trance. Instead of his ungrateful self to thank me for breaking that chain, he wanted to bite my arm off, could you imagine. My arm. I snapped it away from him, I mean, how would I drill into girl pussy's without my fingers? “Woah! Did you become more animalistic?” I asked and his glare doubled.

Alastor moved through it all like he'd been here a thousand times, -–well he probably does— leading us down alleys and through shadowed passages. Finally, he stopped in front of a nondescript door in a back street. "Here," he said, knocking three times. The door opened a crack. A woman's face appeared. She had sharp features, dark eyes and a scar running down her cheek. "Alastor," she said flatly. "You've got some nerve." "Good to see you too, Sera." He smiled. "Can we come in?" She looked past him at the rest of us, her gaze lingering on me.