Alastor The Radio Demon Novels & Stories

I yelled at the demon staring back at me from the television, and grabbed the TV remote by my side and threw the thing at my television, smashing it's glass. My shadows were growing stronger and I could see their cracked reflection along with mine on the smashed television. They smirked and chuckled evilly, knowing just a little more time and they would be at full strength to hunt for victims. Malice and hate filled my expression. "Fuck you! You hear! You will retract!" I yelled at the shadows, and that seemed to enable them as they chuckled harder, sucking from the lack of control at the moment. Suddenly there was a fumbling of metal noise from behind the door. I could hear the low breathin

She immediately withdrew her hands from his, making his gaze harden a little. "Are you aware you are now stuck with me?" His voice was cold and alluring at the same time. She could only stare at him and swallow. "So, you better get used to me," he added. "But... you are a demon," Esteria managed to say. The two were on the large bed with a little distance between them. "I am El-Kharis and also not an ordinary demon. I am a Demon God of Thunder, Esteria," he said, dragging out the last word.

A scar ran along her face, cutting her left eyebrow into two unequal parts, and stopping somewhere below her jaw. The woman dipped her hand into the trench coat she had on. "It's you, isn't it? Aosoth, the source of the incessant demon attacks we've been having all over New York. Demons have been slipping into the cracks you've created in this world, attacking, killing, leaving dead people in their wake." Aosoth cocked her majestic head. "How did you know I was here?" "I have a sensor." The woman pulled the blinking device from her trench coat pocket, then returned it. "And I live close to this place. My sensor has been restless for days now, so I followed the signal and it led me here."

“You have two choices. Be my guest… or be my slave.” Her heart twisted. Her lips curled into a scowl. “Your slave? Are you demented?” His grin was slow, sharp, and wicked. “No, Butterfly. I’m your Alpha.”

Their faces were set with determination, and they chorused in unison, "Yes, my alpha!" Chris's voice rose above the others, his confidence infectious. "We're gonna take down that demon and bring our Luna home." Their enthusiasm was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and purpose. But I knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy. We'd need all the help we could get to take down Dracula and rescue Bella and it might even be enough at the end.

When they ask of me, tell them that, something popped up so I will arrive later. Okay Alpha, I will do exactly as told. I cut the mindlink and go back to my room to pack for my journey. Everyone calls me the Demon and I agree with them. Yes I'm ruthless and wicked but only to the bad guys. I have never killed an innocent person and I don't plan on doing so. But you can't stop rumors and also what people think about you. My name is Kyle Aston, the Alpha of the Black crystal pack and also the strongest Alpha in the world.

I taunted him and he oozed out more fear from him. "Enough with your nonsense Alpha Damien, the more you pressure the people around you, the more that thing gets the best of you," Lady Zakira, the oracle of the moon goddess stepped ceasing my fun. "Oh dear Zakira, has the moon goddess brought any news for me?" I smirked moving back to where Elena's body lay.

I had no idea if I should trust Destiny, but at this point, I had no one. I grabbed the small bottle with my bound hands, and as I was about to twist the cup open, I saw a spark of light in the corner, and I knew the demon was back. I discreetly dropped the bottle on the ground and turned my body toward Alastor, hoping he didn’t see it. “What do you want?” “A deal.” “I will never deal with you, Alastor!” “This is not for you, Althea.” “What do you mean?” “It’s either you die tonight from that ritual, or you take my deal, and I will save you, including the baby in your womb.”

Even though it's not possible, the hope of Alastor turning good depends on his death, he'll only be harmless when he's dead. Cruel, isn't it? I thought so too. My mother, father and now twin brother are all devils with ugly horns beneath their veils, scary shit. I twisted the doorknob to his room and walked in, trying to make no noise which I was successful in, regardless of how quiet I was, Alastor's eyes snapped open before I took one foot closer. At first, he looked as if he was going to kill me, I guess that was instinct; making my heart snap into two in shock and then his eyes softened.