Alastor Tail Novels & Stories

his mom continued to mutter into his ears, trying to keep him in balance. She rushed out of the room, walking into his bathroom and pouring the water away and pouring a new one into the bowl only to come out to be taken aback with her widened eyes. Alston was seated on the bed, his eyes in its wolf color, his teeth elongated and his nails as sharp as it could be. A loud growl erupted from his lips, taking her aback as she gulped down. “Als..” she tried to call out but took some steps back as her heart sank.

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.

Another knirer appeared after knocking away several wolves. "Take him and go!!" The knirer touched Cyrus, and the bitten knirer disappeared. Alastor transformed and jumped high to attack Ben. Ben was still busy casting spells on the wolves that continued to come. Dal transformed and jumped as well, pushing Alastor down. Alastor quickly got up and attacked Dal. Alastor clawed and bit Dal. Dal fell back unconscious. "Dynamito!!" Darr!! A massive explosion occurred right in front of Alpha Alastor, who was about to attack Dal again. Ben grabbed Dal and quickly teleported away. But before he disappeared, Alpha Alastor's beta claws struck his back.

Alastor sees River and switches direction, grabbing River by the throat. Alastor squeezes River’s neck and he quickly begins to turn blue. River claws at Alastor hand, trying to get him to let go but he’s not letting up. I rush up behind Alastor just as Aspen cuts off Alastor’s arm. Alastor shifts while I am midair and I latch onto a piece of flesh on his shoulder. Alastor tries using his tail to hit me and turning his neck to grab onto me but I am in a good spot that he cannot reach me.

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.

Proserpina scoffed, swatting his hands away from her, “Quit it. I don't do hugs–” Alastor suddenly dropped forward like a tidal wave threatening to pull her down with him, arms wrapping around her waist. He was practically a koala–a six foot tall koala–as he all but threw himself on her, legs sprawled uselessly on the ground and all of his weight bearing down on her. She gave him her driest, blankest stare, eyes boring holes down at his stupidly smiling face, “Happy now?” Alastor simply hummed, nuzzling her stomach contentedly, a strange vibrating sort of noise coming from his chest… and forget the comparison about a koala or the fact that he is technically a wolf, he reminded her of a giant

And then, in a clearing up ahead, I saw it. The staff. Alastor’s staff. It stood proudly, embedded in a massive slab of stone, its shaft dark and polished, its tip glowing with a faint, pulsating light. The sight of it sent a shiver down my spine. Around it lay a sword, simple yet regal and beside that, the iron head of a wolf. Strange markings were carved into the surface of the stone, symbols that twisted and shimmered as though alive, but no matter how long I stared, I couldn’t decipher their meaning.

Alastor's bright red eyes gleamed in anticipation, his blond hair was pulled back from his face in a tight ponytail. With a nod from him, the wolves stood to the side, sneering. Ronin knew the image he presented, an unbothered King caught up with his pet, not in the least intimidated by the challenge issued to him. Alastor’s eyes landed on Liora who was preoccupied with counting the rings in each fingerprint so she didn’t drop to her back to ask for belly rubs. Alastor smirked, “What’s this?” He jutted his chin towards Liora, “I do hope she is a part of the prize when I take the Helm.”

And she could not believe she was falling for a monster. The space above her tore a void, and from it burst a vigor of light. It barfed a huge figure that docked on the ground with a thud, shaking the trees. It had a white toga and some golden slippers on. He looked around, beholding the commotion. "Alestio was here! I can feel it! But his aura has changed..it is, somewhat sinister." he eventually caught sight of Alicia and walked up to her. "Are you okay young lady?"

And standing closest to the fire is no other than Alastair. He’s not wearing a robe. In fact, he’s not wearing much at all. He only has a loincloth, and while his physique is amazing, I find it hard to see. Mainly because black hair is starting to cover his body. At first I thought he’s smiling, but he’s only baring his teeth, showing his sharp incisors. Longer and pointier than normal. His gray have become pure white, much like the moon. Much like the eyes of the wolves in the forest.