Alastor The Radio Demon Novels & Stories

“The moon goddess?! Haven't goddess Paramethra and goddess Sol been enemies since the dawn of creation?” “Yes, they are, which is why the goddess of Earth took advantage of the situation and devoured the pack, as that is the White Moon pack with all pure white wolves members, but no one survived after the so-called purification of Paramethra. That's why they are called the ghost pack.” “But, given Alpha Chaste's wounds, do you think they returned? Or was goddess Sol able to save some of them? And now they're lurking in our territory, ready to harm our Alpha.”

Josy started chanting the spell and everyone slowly joined until the all I could hear was everyone's voice chanting the unification of two worlds. Everyone felt like one, power moving over all of us and the connection growing stronger, so strong I could feel the beating of their hearts. "You're so beautiful" Trevor said, making me open my eyes to find his glowing gold, a slight glow around his body. "And I love you my demon Alpha" I said, kissing him deeply.

“Of course. My apologies. Welcome to the family, Mrs Moretti.” He bowed his head and walked away, disappearing into the crowd. I waited until he was gone to ask Luca about him. “Who was that?” “Viktor Volkov.” Luca said, watching the man’s retreating form with an intense gaze. “Alpha of the Eastern Ridge pack. He’s an ally, for now.” “For now?” I asked with a frown. “In our world, alliances are seasonal.” He turned to me, his expression hardening. “Come, the guests are leaving, we need to go.”

If I had to add, have you heard of the incident at the lost forest before Lord Lucifer took over the place? Ban: You mean the Hell sprite incident? Murea: Yes. Well the person who spread the news about the Hell Sprites' uses in Alchemy was a demon named Saur Hazer, an alchemist and one of the loyal dogs currently serving the Demon King. Ban: Wait, so you're telling me that the demon king had already had some influence in the demon world even before he had ever made an appearance. If I am not wrong it doesn't feel like the demon king had taken over the demon world when Lord Lucifer took care of the incident in the Lost forest.

“It's not possible, I was born with it but it took me years to master it, I don't think this stranger has what it takes to control it.” “I wasn't talking about the stranger, I was talking about what lies within,” she defended. I rolled my eyes. I wouldn't be surprised he was the one that tried to kill me, we have never been on the same page for years. Dorian turned to her, frowning. “But why did it come? That wasn't part of the ritual,was it?* “No,” she admitted. “But the devil Alpha was created to stop evil, it must have sensed the black magic and it came to do its work.”

That’s how he found himself in the closest police precinct begging the officers to help him. “Please! Arrest me!” Rell screamed as he practically fell into the doors constantly looking back to see if the demon would follow behind him from his apartment, convinced he’d seen his horns in his rearview mirror. “Sir, please, calm down. Why do you think we should arrest you?” The confused officer asked, looking at Rell as if he was another strung out junkie just looking for a place to stay the night. “Tha- that man! That devil!” He screamed hysterically.

He smiled at her and stepped closer to her, pulling her head to him he held it against his stomach, stroking her hair. “Breathe, baby girl.” The ring of salt blazed suddenly with blue fire and the floor within the pentagram sigil seemed to fall and crumble away leaving a gaping hole to the fiery pits of the Demon Realm, a staircase leading down, leaving a narrow two foot ledge within the blue fire ring of protection. A steady, heart stopping beat of slow heavy footsteps sounded loud in the still quiet of the room as the warlocks stopped chanting and became like tranced zombies, staring unseeing at the circle.

A deep voice spoke, and I froze. I turned my face to the side to see a man, staring out the window, his back to me. He was tall, blonde hair brushed back, and long sleeve shirt that hugged his body tightly. But what caught my attention was his physique— he looked oddly familiar, even though his voice was not. "Who are you?" I managed to ask. "How long have you been here? Why am I drugged?" I heard him laugh, and the sound send chills down my spine. "How many questions do you have for me, sweetheart?" Now he turned sideways. "If you must know, I am Alastor."

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

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.