Alastor Ships Novels & Stories

My eyes narrows as his lips tilt into a smirk but his eyes aren't on me. They are locked with the Alpha's who is walking towards the fire as if under a spell. What the hell?

I stare at her for a little while longer and then I place a quick kiss on her cheek and slowly get out of bed Trying not to wake her I grab my phone and see I have a message from Elijah “We found more Rouges on the pack territory one of them had a letter call me it’s urgent” I quickly walk into the office and call him “Alpha Logan as I said in my message we found more rouges on the pack territory it seems someone is planning to attack the letter said they are coming for you and your mate we have them in interrogation now” I growl “Find out whatever you can torture them if you have to find out who is planning this attack no one will get to Rosalyn at any cost we must protect this pack and our

That's a great way of doing the job. I hear the front door open and a few men walked in, lead by Collin. They were all dressed in their rightful clothes, except they all looked distraught. "Of what do I owe the honor?" I ask in a taunting manner. "Alpha, Beta" they all bow before Collin stepped forward. "Have you found your missing men?" Isaac asks him. "Yes Sir, they're all dead" Collin answers with a distasteful look on his face. "All except for one, Victor Reginbolt"

Werewolves. Shifter. Werewolves. Shifter. Those two words continued to buzz in my head and I felt a sudden headache. Werewolves? My eyes had widened and my stomach twisted into knots. Shifters? The way he spoke, I knew he was not lying. Werewolves. I was terrified. My heart dropped, and I backed away from the dining table. My hands trembled. I recalled those golden eyes of the beast when I touched the painting. Was one of these people was that beast?

in her chest from drowning out the conversation. ​The atmosphere was suffocating. Every time Elara moved, the violet lattice of veins on her neck flared, casting a rhythmic, ghostly light onto the faces of the Alphas. ​“The scouts from the Mist-Runner pack have confirmed it,” Vance said, slamming a fist onto the table. “Sixteen dreadnoughts. Gold sails. The Southern Armada isn't coming to offer aid, Elara. They’re carrying enough shadow-glass cannons to level what’s left of the Citadel from five miles out.”

I shouted as she sat up noticing us for the first time and looking wide-eyed at my mate. “Who is this, Chase?” Christine demands. “Another whore when you could have me?” “Get dressed Christine and never call your Luna a whore again. And never address me as Chase to you I am Alpha Chase.” “L-L-Luna” She stutters as she begins to throw her clothes on. “That’s right. Amethyst is my fated mate and your Luna. And I told you I was saving myself for my mate. You have no business to be in here tainting our bed with your sluttiness.”

“Lord Torren, I kindly request that you convey my sincere regards to Alpha Alistair. The goddess chose to unite my soul with Alpha Valerius’s; that is something not even the most powerful among us can ignore.” “I will do as you ask, miss.” I smiled innocently and stepped aside to let Torren pass. But before he went through the door, he looked at me again, giving me a strange smile. “I also have something to ask of you, my lady,” he said, turning partially. “My alpha is searching for a silver wolf, a unique creature that escaped him some years ago. If you happen to see her…” “I will keep an eye out, Lord Torren, but… a silver wolf?” I let out a little giggle, covering my mouth with my hand. “

Mara swirled around. Between the rocks outside on the sea a larger ship appeared. Not big as a cruise ship. But big enough. A rusty cutter. Without lighting. Almost noisy. Only the rhythmic stamping of the engine came over. Noah became pale. Elias stepped backwards. And Emilia began to tremble. Mara looked at the ship. A name was painted on the side. In the weak light she could only read a word. Asteria. Then she suddenly understood something. Not slow.

“Grab her and Matt’s stuff out of the packhouse.” Alastor nodded and disappeared into the packhouse for a minute before returning with their bags slung over his shoulder. He dropped the bags outside of Iris’s Jeep before rummaging through Iris’s bag for her keys. After a moment, he pulled them out of the bag. He quickly unlocked the car and dumped the bags in before climbing into the driver’s seat. While I waited for him, I sent Rose a quick text telling her that we were on our way back. Alastor attempted to crank the car, but the engine didn’t turn over. Luckily on the second attempt, Iris’s car started.

Alessia's POV We are BOARDING the airship that Elijah called Armageddon. It is bigger and more elegant than the average ship I see. Its sail is white and gold with the Valeria brand. Elijah is now busy ordering the captain to speed up the sailing in the sky. I also notice that it is indeed faster than normal ships, but the truth is that it is still slow especially and we are in a hurry now. "So you and his majesty, huh?" Stefano turned to me with a teasing smile on his lips.