Alastor The Radio Demon Novels & Stories

But with a sound like pages turning. A figure stepped out from the trees, not walking—gliding. His coat was black, long, and lined with crimson thread. His eyes were like polished obsidian, glinting with amusement. Hair the color of ash. Skin too perfect to be mortal. He smiled at me. "You called, little healer." I said nothing. I stood, heart hammering, fists clenched. The demon tilted his head. "How formal. You must be Faust." "You know my name."

Asher asked and Alex nodded positively. "Elizabeth is a demon wolf, I helped her with her transformation some days ago." "You did what? You helped her with her first transformation and you didn’t think to let me know before it happened?” Asher barked and Alex cowered a little but not enough to run away. "I didn’t mean to keep things from you, Asher but like I told you before, I wasn’t sure about the changes that she was showcasing until that night when she achieved a full transformation” Asher looked livid as he stood with clenched fist, his mind processing a whole lot especially the topic of Elizabeth being a demon wolf. That was something he didn’t see coming and that’s not all either, his

I said deliberately, "It isn't your fault. Allison's death isn't your fault, your father's death isn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong, sometimes we just have to accept things no matter how ugly they are." The agony I saw in his eyes made my heart break but I didn't stop speaking, "That's just how life is; one minute you have everything you could possibly want and the next you're being dragged down into this never ending pit of darkness. But you see, the dark isn't all that bad, once you accept it, once you stop panicking, you realize that the darkness is actually a part of you and you can't really fear something that is a part of you. You know, I've always s

In that moment Ally felt like an object. A blinding light appeared and as the light died she could make out a figure. It was a massive and winged. A pair of human feet walked over the glass towards them and seemed to leave the owner unaffected. Ally instinctively put the little boy behind her and began walking away from what was now two men. A demon and a black winged angel. “It was me, Gabriel. Leader of the army of heaven.” His voice boomed. She had never seen two better looking men in the same room.

He walk closer to the table to talk more but Samael raise his hand to shut him off and everything in the room was stopped, including Nom who was in his animal shape. Samael look a little unsettled at what just happened and look around to see who was responsible for what just happened, there is only one person who he knows has the ability to stop time without fear for him. In the east corner of the office, a middle-aged man appeared out of the air and walk to Samael with an unpleasant expression. “It’s been a long time Lord Samael” Zatra, one of Samael’s acquaintance and a demon who is hundred years younger greeted. Unlike Samael who is born in a cold, he was born in the breeze.

The way he looked at me was scaring me. Goosebumps spread through my whole body. "Losalie, Losalie, Losalie!" He repeatedly called my name as he lean over to my ear. "Be my Luna and I will let you live" he whispered, his eyes raking over my body hungrily and I felt a wave of disgust wash over me. I spat furiously on his face. "Over my dead body" when dad died, I felt a shift of power, I'm the alpha now and this demon standing in front of me wants to make me his Luna so he could use that power.

“I deserved a mother.” The sentence cut through the trees like steel. Elira closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she looked older. “I cannot repair what I abandoned,” she said. “I can only tell you what comes.” She placed the black chain on the ruined stone between them. “Alaric means to deliver you to the thing he fears. If he cannot control you, he will trade you.” Lydia felt sick. Trade him. The way she had been traded. The pattern of power was always the same.

Without being told, the crowd divides, clearing an uninterrupted path to his destination. Just then, his face finally comes into view and then I see him even clearly. A tall, broad-shouldered man, he had a ripped body that even the clothing he wore couldn't hide it. His aura was commanding. Then his face…. heavens, well defined, it seemed as though he was created on a special day, giving him unique, extremely handsome features. His midnight black eyes held no emotion, a huge contrast to his handsome, alluring facial features. Alpha Iskander Damaris of the blood moon pack , The almighty warlord. The soulless butcher.

It's just as fresh as if she just did it. I was trying to drift to sleep when her bird kept perching at my window. I stood up and opened the window. See the bird, I knew a message was about to be sent out or sent in. I took the bird and took the paper. What she wrote there seem quite useless to me. I wondered what instigated what she wrote. "The demon Alpha is not an ordinary being. I think he has a witch backing him up with powers. You should be careful with him. It takes more power to conquer power".

“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.”