Novel & Cerita Alastor Sketch

Allistair dipped the tip of his brush into the paint, nodding slowly. "With you reminding me, how could I? Feeling a sense of contentment, Allistair finished his painting and when he looked at it. He was taken aback of what he painted absentmindedly while talking to his inner wolf. It was the painting of King Samael's face Well fuck me! He cussed silently while his wolf echoed the same words in his mind Feeling irritated he left his sanctuary and teleported to the living room, where his family awaited.

He’s wearing a coffee filter as a hat, and someone drew a pirate’s eye patch, scars and a scruffy beard across his face. The guilty party is lying passed out on the floor nearby clutching a sharpie. Exhibit B. Alastaire’s fingers are stained black where they grip the marker. His burnished blonde halo of hair is messed up and lopsided in a way he’d never let it be while awake. He’s lying on his back, smiling that devilish angel’s grin of his, the very picture of rakish, aristocratic charm even in his sleep. Exhibit C.

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.

As time went by, my walk became faster, and so did the person behind me. When I was near the second to the last alley, I was ready to do the first move and attack whoever was behind me, but my eyes widened when I saw what it was. Long and sharp claws, and eyes that have the color of a sunflower shine under the light of the moon. Werewolf. And a gamma who looks like he's not in his right mind! F*cking sh*t. Just how lucky I could be tonight to see a werewolf that's not in their right mind?

I made a fist, which caused the vines to tighten. Finally, the struggling ceased, and it got a little easier to carry her. I wondered if she might have sprite or pixie blood, she was so light and small. She didn't seem to have much magic though, so that made it doubtful. Alastor, my black destrier, stood patiently in a clearing just down the road. I turned my head to whistle to him, but the pert ass of my captive was in the way. I suppressed the urge to run my hand over it, shocked that I would struggle to control myself this way.

“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.”

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.