Alastor Sketch Novels & Stories

But everything happened so fast after that. My body emitted a light, and it came from my stomach. The white mist enveloped me as his hand halted precisely at my chest. I felt his claws pierce my skin, but he didn’t go further, as if he were frozen or he had chosen not to go through with it. “No!” he hissed. Alastor’s black eyes widened as he threw his body back and landed on his ass. I still couldn’t move, but I could see him inching backward, his claws gripping the earth, and his expression was far from surprised — he was terrified.

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.

"Because... one of them was drawn to you." My lips parted in awe as I asked to be sure. “To me?” I was unable to comprehend what he was saying. How was it possible that a magical aspect would be drawn to me? I remembered the second I saw something passing by. Smoke was clearly visible to my eyes. According to Alastair, it was magic that tried to scare us. Well, it might have been a person. However, I was unaware of any of that kind. “Mhmm. You.” Alastair retorted. He didn't appear to be happy at all from the look on his face. Instead, he presented a very uneasy and dissatisfied appearance.

“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.”

Alastor replied dismissively. “What’s it for?” Ashton pressed. “That’s none of your business,” Alastor shot back, his demeanor shifting to one of irritation. He has to be an alpha since he confidently spoke to Ashton that way, and Ashton appeared to be wary around him. After a moment, Ashton asked out of the blue, “Are you responsible for the note?” “What note?” Alastor asked, puzzled. Either he doesn't know, or he is such a good actor. But we certainly can't tell that yet.

In the end, I think they turned out great. Not that I knew what the others were for but there was also a frog on a log, a humming bird and a fat Cardinal. The very last one I was drawing was for Arlo. He got those picture for us, or more for me. It was of a wolf. It’s head was downward with his teeth showing. The hair was standing straight up with a human skull under it’s paw. There wasn’t any flesh on it, just the bones. Originally, I was going to make it a dead rabbit or something but this seemed appropriate. Keeping this one black and white, kept some of the mystery alive. “Charlotte??” Waylon yelled as he was coming in.

My gaze darted to the Lisa's notebook which she had been sketching on for a while, my eyes squinting on it as I tried to understand and make out a meaning behind her sketch. It had a drawing of a tall figure who stood alone, a silver helmet over his face with his eyes shut, hiding underneath the shadows of the moonlight on his bike. Then in the next sketch he was at the rooftop on all fours as if he was about to take a leap and in this sketch his eyes were pries open, a bloody mysterious vibe oozing out of the sketch like he was going to leap out of the notebook anytime soon. "W-what is this? You never told me knew how to draw," I broke the silence and noticed how Lisa stiffened all of a sud

As if to ignore me. "And you have to eat your medicine." I raised a brow at him but he didn't look up at me. My eyes rolled before I pulled out my notebook. I turned to a new page and my hand started to sketch. Before I knew it, I had drawn Alastor. He was bent over his food like he is now. "Huh, okay then." I shut it quickly, but his curiosity had already gotten the best of him. When I looked up at him, his face was pressed up against the fence and he was trying to see my book. I waved my finger back and forth at him.

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.

“No, you are not crazy,” Alastor said about to take a step forward towards her but seeing the expression of wonderment, confusion and wariness on her face, he sighed and stayed put, “Please brace yourself for what you are going to see next.” He said and then taking a deep breath in he closed his eyes and opened it again when Vevina saw that they were once again pitch black. She wanted to ask what was the trick that he was using to do it when she saw that Alastor’s hands that had been hanging on both his sides slowly started shaking. The nails elongated along with the fingers as hair sprouted out covering his wrist and the rest of it slowly started looking more and more like that of a beast’s