Alastor Wattpad Novels & Stories

"Touch her, and the High Council will need twenty new men before sunrise." Bound by an ancient, forbidden mark placed in my womb by the late High Alpha himself, I was never meant to be a prized bride. I was built to be a living siphon—a lethal leash designed to drain the magic of the five most ruthless Alphas in the realm. To survive the black corruption devouring my insides, I must feed on their elemental cores. Alexander, the furious Fire Alpha whose scorching heat burns my skin—yet quells the dark fever in my blood. Gabriel, the cold, calculating Frost Alpha who realizes my body is drinking his power, yet cannot stop staring at my pulse point. Kaelen, the stoic Earth Alpha willing to

I could not save him. The alpha ripped Alexander’s head from his shoulders. Tossing it in front of me. I felt my soul shatter. I let a terrible howl release into the sky. I looked deep into the eyes of the alpha that killed my love, with a single tear dropping from my eye I whispered to him. “I’ll see you around.” My tone caused the wolves around us to whimper though they did not hear. I could see the alpha’s eyes widen. I then closed my eyes, exhaling my last breath, effectively stopping my heart. I didn’t need magic; it was already broken.

Immediately, silver arcane markings appeared on the ground. Chains made of solidified moonlight wrapped around the statue, which let out another piercing shriek. After thrashing around for a bit more, it lay still. After taking care of the cursed object, Hannah pulled me into her chamber. "Elena, what was that about? Why are you dabbling with a forbidden spell?" I told her everything I'd encountered after my rebirth, including the conspiracy Leo and Sylvia were planning. When she heard about my horrible death, her murky eyes lit up. "This statue was an offering to the Alpha King from a non-native witch years ago. I sensed something was wrong with it and proceeded to look into it.

Terror washed me down as I stared. Holy Bond pack is the weirdest, and my family… one weird people living in a weirdo land. A slave and you're all happy about it? My heart began to rise above my throat with every thick step the god of all Alphas brought towards me. His dark demeanor was daring and it smelled like high flame sizzling my flesh. He towered over me and I swallowed, harder than a ball stuck in the throat of a tiny fish. "Oh, hello there…" Licking his lips, he looked me up and down as if ready to crush an ant underneath his heavy boot. "So you're my Chosan? How interesting."

Chester screams in anger. "I thought you knew I was a hybrid?" Ansiel asks. "I thought you were a werewolf vampire hybrid. Not a freaking angel." Ansiel chuckles. "You need to do your homework better. You know who my mother is?" Ansiel walks closer. Chester tries to retreat as fast as he could but to no avail. "My mother is the daughter of the moon goddess." Chester's eyes go wide while his face pales.

Seeing my people in such miserable state made me boil in rage and guilt and now my wolf was hungry for justice. I walked down the long hallway. My boots made a loud thud on the stone floor. I kicked the big doors to the throne room open. There he was. Lestat. He was sitting on my throne. He wore expensive furs that were stolen from my people and had a mean smile on his face. "Aragon," Lestat said. His voice was oily and gross. "The ghost has come back. The rumours are that you were dead. Why have you crawled back from hell?"

If she broke away to hunt Varga, the imperial cavalry would ride through the backs of her own soldiers before she could even reach the upper trail. "Kael!" Natalia screamed, her voice shifting into the resonant, deafening register of her sovereign Lycan blood. The frequency of the roar rattled the loose shield plates of the oncoming imperial line, causing the horses to rear in temporary, blind panic. The old, gray-muzzled Alpha dropped from the catwalk of the western wall, landing heavily beside her. His breath was a thick, foul plume of white mist, his chest crisscrossed with fresh, shallow lance scores that oozed a sluggish, dark amber fluid. "The wall is gone, girl," he spat, wiping a mix

I asked. Elara hesitated, wringing the edge of her tattered shawl between her fingers. “Beyond the town’s reach, where the earth rises to whisper to the sky. An unseen mouth yawns wide, swallowing all who enter. A place untouched by light, where echoes have no end and the air is thick with the whispers of the lost.” My gaze darted to Han, the confusion in his eyes mirroring mine. “Can you please elaborate?” I asked. Elara opened her mouth to speak, but before a single word could escape her lips, her body jerked violently as if struck by an invisible force. Her eyes rolled back, and she let out a strangled gasp before collapsing to the floor.

They said a lot, showed a lot and felt a lot. And I knew this was only the beginning of something deep and steamy. Something I seriously wanted but which is forbidden here in the pack and also because of his status. He’s a werepriest, I’m the future Alpha expected to have a Luna.

SEEKER Balthazar's health continued to deteriorate. He was supposed to get better according to the doctor but rather than get better; he got worse. His nerves shook involuntarily and when he tried to shift, it was so painful, worse than it was when he shifted for the first time. His luna phoebe was so worried that she called the attention of the packs’ enchantress. “He is under a curse.” the sorceress claimed immediately as she stepped into the alpha’s bedroom