Alastor Scary Novels & Stories

Candles made of rendered fat flickered around it, casting grotesque shadows, and the air was thick with the cloying scent of burnt herbs and freshly spilled blood. Before the altar, a dozen wolves—members of the local Frostfall Pack—were gathered. They were chanting in a low, guttural language Scarlett didn't recognize, their eyes glassy and distant. Their Alpha, a hulking brute named Kael, stood at the center, his hands raised in supplication. And on the altar, bound and terrified, was a young pup. Its fur was matted, its eyes wide with fear, and a silver dagger glittered beside it.

“Not so fast.” We look up and see Alastor in his human form. He has a malicious grin as I see his eyes turn red. He is going to cook us alive. As he prepares to throw a fireball at us he is struck in the shoulder with an ice spear. He growls and glares at Maliyah. “Wait your turn my dear niece.”

Rose managed to choke out through her cries. “What the hell was that scream about? Are you okay?” Harriet and Alastor rushed into the room. As I was about to open my mouth to attempt a response, Alastor pushed past us and picked up the box. His whole body began to tremble at the contents. “What? What is it?” Harriet asked, walking to her mate but gasped loudly when she peered over his shoulder. One hand flew to her mouth and the other to Alastor’s shoulder. “Rose, where did you get this?” Alastor snapped as he turned on his heel to face us. Alastor was a person who kept his emotions in check and rarely let them show to anyone. His face flushed with anger and fear.

He was so gentle in every step to avoid waking up Madison’s father. “Ah! Ghost!” Aleister shouted after being startled. It is dark and only the moon serves light inside the house. Aleister got startled after Madison’s father, who is standing in the kitchen, flashes a light towards him. “Ghost? What kind of vampire believes and is scared of ghost?” Roberto jokingly asked. “Ah sir, I’m sorry I’m just startled. Why are you still awake?” “Why? Can’t I be awake at this hour inside my own house?”

He looked at Astasha and then the Prince, who was fastening his pants as he came to stand next to her. “Errant..." Calder began, but the sorcerer cut him off. "Where is the demon?" Astasha realized at once it was more than just anger that radiated from him, it was also fear, fear that the enemy had been unleashed upon them. She held her arms out to the side as she took a small step forward. "I know you will not take my word, so see for yourself." She watched as his eyes grew wide with horror and disbelief.

Added one more line, because the evidence demanded it even if I wasn't ready for what it meant: Which means they knew I was coming. Before Alastor did.

away from the cliff edge. If the Boulder Throw would hit him, for sure, he would fall at this cliff. But before that, he needed to prepare himself for the monster's attack. Yman noticed that his deity Sistela was silent. It looks like she was mad at him. Floating beside Almina was his system deity named Cal. He was asking his owner Almina. "W-Why, Mr. Cal?" Almina was flustered, questioning back her deity.

I asked. Elara hesitated, wringing the edge of her tattered shawl between her fingers. “Beyond the town’s reach, where the earth rises to whisper to the sky. An unseen mouth yawns wide, swallowing all who enter. A place untouched by light, where echoes have no end and the air is thick with the whispers of the lost.” My gaze darted to Han, the confusion in his eyes mirroring mine. “Can you please elaborate?” I asked. Elara opened her mouth to speak, but before a single word could escape her lips, her body jerked violently as if struck by an invisible force. Her eyes rolled back, and she let out a strangled gasp before collapsing to the floor.

“Yes. I do.” “Then tell me.” “The creature was a wraith. But not the wild kind. This type only appears when summoned by magic, ritual, or blood rite. Someone sent it. And they sent it for you.” Her lips parted in shock. “Me? But why?” I opened my mouth to answer and froze. A fresh scent hit my nostrils. Sharp. Fresh. Familiar. Tyris. Approaching fast. My wolf bristled immediately. Lyra sensed the tension and stepped back slightly, eyes flicking between the darkness and my face.