Alastor Sketch Novels & Stories

He turned him so his face was directly facing me. "Now. Why. Did. You. Touch. Her?" he commanded, his voice laced with anger and authority. "He wants to kill her." he whimpered. And then Ozymandius bought his hand which now had claws and dugged them straight into the monsters neck. The monsters breathing became harsh and within seconds he turned into ashes. I coudnt believe this. Ozymandius was a monster. I burried my face into Alexander's chest and it was not long before I started crying.

“Or are you just wanting to flirt? I can leave you alone if that is the case.” ‘ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?,’ my wolf barks, piercing his claws into the walls of my mind, triggering my eyes to close shortly, before I can subdue the pain and force them to open again. I really don’t want to seem like the creep here. “Oh,” General Alastor laughs in an annoying manner, and I scrunch up my face. “No, no. I was meaning to come and pick you up to show you the newest results of our investigation.”

Harlow growled and transformed into a large gray Lycan. Alastair grinned with a crooked smile. “Baby, I was already in hell.” He transformed into a black Lycan standing 6 ft 8”. His head nearly touched the hanging chandelier. Using shadow magic, I trapped Alastair’s feet to the ground. Black shadows gripped his ankles in place, enough to give Harlow an opening. At super speed, Harlow shredded Alastair’s body. Though his feet were bound, Alastair’s hands were still free. His hand swung faster and slammed Harlow’s body into the wall. We were too late to see it.

"''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' With one final stroke of her finger on the wall, Skylar finally completed her art, her masterpiece. She stared at the blood-stained walls with glee, her eyes were back to the darkest shade of purple, her humanity vanishing again. "You're not dead Alastair, this wasn't how it was supposed to end, no one was supposed to leave anyone behind. In this lifetime, we shall be together and I shall wait here, in this cell for the day you decide to rise again and take back what is rightfully yours, the heaven and earth shall always be in your favor"

If that wasn’t suspicious then nothing was. Josh was currently nestled between two guys much bigger than him, making him appear tiny. The guy on the right looked like a real playboy, a smirk coaxing his pretty-boy face. The guy on the left, however, was the complete opposite. This group was already tall as it is, yet this guy was ginormous and it didn’t help that he had a sick scar running across his face. Was this dude even supposed to be in high school? Were any of them really? Sure, they looked young but something about them made them seem much older than perceived. “Hey, I’m Alaster.”

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.

Alastor whispered back, walking closer to me, “Why are you shaking and sweating?” “I was Anxious,” I blurted out. Alastor brushed my hair back with his fingers, smiling warmly, “About what?” “You.” I retorted, “I was scared something bad had happened to you, what took you so long?” “I'm sorry,” he muttered, “I was disappointed so I stopped in the woods to take some fresh air, I didn't want to show up looking terrible. Did you miss me?” I nodded my head, faking a smile, “I'm glad you're fine. Where's the sword?”

Aleister said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “She wouldn’t even let me go to school. My only friend was this old hag.” Angelica elbowed Astra in an attempt to be funny. “Ha, Ha you did know my real age till a few days ago.” Astra rolled her eyes with a dry laugh. “I am extremely thirsty. Can we leave this place?” Aleister asked as his throat began to dry up. “Oh, of course, let's get going.” Astra agreed as she pulled an orb from her bag and tossed it at the closed end of the mausoleum. Once the portal settled, they rushed in.

I heard the alarms being disabled and within seconds the cold night air seeped into the house, shadow weavers emerged all around us, howls of wolves filled the house at the same moment. Alester shifted into his demon half, showing his long hoofs and ram like horns. His eyes were orange and leaked out fire. He roared, releasing the net we had cast from him and sending everyone flying back. I hit the wall behind me hard, letting the air slip out of my throat. Alester was on us before we had time to recuperate. He lifted us up by the throat and choked us. I began coughing and kicking in a desperate attempt to free myself. The shadow weavers began to wrap him in layer after layer of shadows.

he suggested, but I was simply shaken. “How do you find a creature that may be dead?” I sarcastically inquired. “What do you mean?” He was taken aback by the question. "I stabbed her with my arrow head, which has a silver blade, and only a miracle can save her,” I say irritably as I pour wine into my cupboard. I stirred it by silently moving the glass and watching the liquid ripple in time with the movement of my hand. “Alpha, there's a woman here in the North border who claims to be carrying medicine that can cure you,”Alkane, my Omega, reported through our mind link.