Alastor Teeth Novels & Stories

“You know, I’m starting to miss the demon Alpha you once were. That guy? Would’ve ripped anyone to pieces who even tried to look at his paiónia.” Ronin let out a growl when he grabbed at Alastor and missed the slimy bastard by a hair. “If you’re offering, I’m happy to have pieces of you decorated all over the estate.” Alastor laughed, holding up his hands. “Easy. I come in peace. I just wanted to bring a concerning matter to your attention.”

“You are so subtle.” “I know,” I offered him before his lips met mine. He tasted like sweat and honey. I pulled him closer to me, attempting to topple him into the tub with me. “You can just ask, you know.” Alastor stood back up leaving me to watch him. He gripped the back of his shirt with one hand and tore it off over his head. His muscles slightly rolled and flexed with every moment. His body was speckled with scars, which I found so sexy. He rolled down his shorts and underwear at the same time. His delicious colossal cock sprung free. His whole body shimmered in faint sweat, it made my mouth water.

A new wolf stepped into the clearing. He was huge, even larger than Kade, his fur the color of ash, his eyes pale silver that glowed with cruel amusement. Rogues parted for him as if he were a king among monsters. Cassian. Lena knew it without needing to ask. Her vision hadn’t lied. The silver-eyed Alpha lifted his muzzle, his voice carrying not just to ears but into marrow. “Blackwood. How far the mighty have fallen. An Alpha who shackles himself to prey.”

It looked really creepy. He raised a human hand. Seeing Ms. Anastasia, he gave a terrible smile that made all his teeth visible. His lips stretched unnaturally wide, revealing a row of yellowed teeth that looked like they hadn't been brushed in years. The corners of his mouth turned up in a sinister grin, and his eyes glinted with malice. It is a smile that sends shivers down the spines of those who see it, a smile that promises nothing but trouble and pain.

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.

Alister's POV Then, disaster struck. One of the wolf's claws caught Alister's foreleg, digging deep into his flesh and causing him to cry out in pain. He could feel the venom from the wolf's claws coursing through his veins, threatening to weaken him further. But Alister was no ordinary wolf. With a deep growl, he released his Alpha toxin, a potent chemical cocktail that could neutralize even the deadliest poisons.

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.

A low growl escaped Trenton's throat, which made Alastor laugh. A female Omega placed a plate before the Alpha, and then another before me. The raw, bloodied heart of poor Alpha Dexter Black lay dead on our plates. “Delicious,” Alastor licked his lips, dropping his head onto his plate, and tearing into the uncooked heart. He looked over at me. “Eat," he ordered. My stomach churned, but I was a strong wolf. With my hands at my side, I lowered my head and feasted on the half of the cold, dead heart on my plate. The taste was vile, I could sense the pain the wolf endured in his last hour. I chewed as fast as I could then washed down the taste with red wine.

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.