Alastor X Husk Novels & Stories

Despite the scary fight going on infront of me, my mind managed to be swamped with many other things, different smells began to hit my nose and the thoughts bothering me were quite unclear. He managed to throw Brenda off balance, sending her sprawling across the ground. He pounced on her, his powerful jaws snapping dangerously close to her throat. Brenda growled and twisted, she twisted free and lashed out, catching him off guard. She took advantage of the momentary lapse, darting away from him and towards the edge of the cliff. She paused, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mix of hatred and something else—fear, perhaps? "This isn't over," she growled, her voice rough and menacing, s

If he knew who I was, then who is he? “Who are you?” I asked. My voice echoed around the dark forest and the cliff. Suddenly the five beasts chasing me emerged from the forest and prowled behind him. Are they with him? Am I being haunted by a mysterious alpha? The stranger brought out a knife from his pocket. He began to detach my fingers around the root. “No, no...Don’t do this!” I cried. “Goodbye, Emily Blakesley,” he said and proceeded to my last finger.

My mate slapped my ass, and the crowd went wild. “Please don't,” I yelled. “Take your clothes off, Dennis,” Alastor ordered. “No, Alpha, he's just a boy,” Fitzroy begged, grabbing onto Alastor's hand. Alastor's eyes darted to where Fitzroy's hand was. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SCUM!.” Venom, Alastor's wolf was at the forefront. I couldn't look, so I closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same with my ears.

He glanced down at me before looking up at him again. "What do I want? Oh, that's an easy question. Give me back my land that you stole from me. That also includes all the females you stole from me and my pup." He snapped. Alastor growled in response. One of the wolves leaped for him and Alastor jumped at him in response. He wrapped around the scranny wolf and before I knew it, he was standing on top of me again. The lifeless wolf thudded against the ground and Alastor spat something from his mouth. Silence followed the small gasps. The wolf's throat was torn out, his eyes rolled back into his head and blood dripped from his lips. I recoiled away from the sight, hiding my eyes in my sleeve.

She had already confessed enough to justify what would happen next. “At the bonfire, Xander promised you that you would pray for death if you ever did anything to his Luna again. Do you remember?” She scoffed and shrugged her shoulder. “Xander’s not fucking here anymore, now is he?” Just then, the door to the room burst open, and in walked Xander, pure hate and ferocious rage rolling off him in waves. His eyes were jet black, his canines had extended, and his claws were protruding from his fingertips. Alastair was taking control, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him.

ALTHEA. “I hope I’m wrong with my intuition because there’s no way I would let my child be with Alastor.” I let out a sigh as I leaned back on the small couch inside the cabin. We moved from the outside, and we’d been discussing this topic for the last ten minutes. We just kept going around in circles, as we had no answers to any of our questions. “I’m sure there’s another reason and not that one. Besides, Lucy was a half-wolf, too, so she got mated to a wolf. Alastor is a pure demon, so there’s no way…”

Harlow growled and transformed into a large gray Lycan. Alastair grinned with a crooked smile. “Baby, I was already in hell.” He transformed into a black Lycan standing 6 ft 8”. His head nearly touched the hanging chandelier. Using shadow magic, I trapped Alastair’s feet to the ground. Black shadows gripped his ankles in place, enough to give Harlow an opening. At super speed, Harlow shredded Alastair’s body. Though his feet were bound, Alastair’s hands were still free. His hand swung faster and slammed Harlow’s body into the wall. We were too late to see it.

she offered, showing us the way into the huge castle. Entering its hallway, there were a few people, all of them busy with one thing or another. But most of them were found cleaning the furniture on the walls. They were all werewolves like us, there was a rule against taking in humans as hostages, all was to keep balance between the humans and werewolves. It would have been the same for vampires but they were always thirsty. The castle was mostly decorated with ornamental flowers, even the paintings on the walls were paintings of flowers. Only a few frames showed portraits of past rulers of the pack and even one had a picture of the moon goddess herself.

Proserpina scoffed, swatting his hands away from her, “Quit it. I don't do hugs–” Alastor suddenly dropped forward like a tidal wave threatening to pull her down with him, arms wrapping around her waist. He was practically a koala–a six foot tall koala–as he all but threw himself on her, legs sprawled uselessly on the ground and all of his weight bearing down on her. She gave him her driest, blankest stare, eyes boring holes down at his stupidly smiling face, “Happy now?” Alastor simply hummed, nuzzling her stomach contentedly, a strange vibrating sort of noise coming from his chest… and forget the comparison about a koala or the fact that he is technically a wolf, he reminded her of a giant

Damon sighed, stepping out of the carriage with a nonchalant expression. Alfred followed quickly, drawing his gun, but there was no one in sight. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the coachman’s lifeless body on the ground. Blood poured from the jagged wound on his neck, as though the flesh had been torn apart violently. "Rogue werewolves," Alfred muttered just as one leaped from the woods. The creature’s head resembled a feral wolf, while the rest of its body was humanoid. It lunged at Damon, but Damon easily grabbed it by the neck and slammed it to the ground.