Alastor X Husk Novels & Stories

The manor breathed love. The garden breathed love. The light breathed love. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. And that was the essence. The one that endured. The one that mattered. The one we were. Together. In every chest. In every rise. In every moment. The light. The love. The breath. Always. The cursed wolf breathed love. The light breathed love. Love was the movement. And it flowed. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless.

Then she turns to us with a look of pain and sorrow on her face. "I, Andricia Ambrose Alpha of Fusilis, Guardian of the Underworld, daughter of Hades, reject you, Cyrus, Duron, Kendrick, and Samson Idris, as my mates." She states in a harsh tone that a sob escaped her lips afterward. A stray tear runs down her face, betraying her stone-cold expression. I don’t feel any pain, and I don’t feel the bond breaking. I still feel her as my mate, and my wolf feels no pain from the rejection. Did it not work?

They have regenerative abilities so I won't be in prison anytime soon. However, I will be dead if I stay longer and he might wake up soon. I give one last look at his face as I sigh. "Such a waste of beauty," I mutter. Too bad he's a wolf and he ASSAULTED me first. But then again, wolves are acting strange today when they announced the Red Moon. Either way, an assault is an assault. A wolf can do whatever they want from us, humans. Which I detest the most. Yet, his voice, his touches and his soft lips are awakening a lust unknown to me.

“My lady. I am Lucas, Alpha of the Howlers Pack. It is an honor to meet the daughter of alpha Glint.” Leah stopped, her eyes cold as they landed on him. “The Howlers Pack? Is that not the tiny pack to the east of the Sauna pack?” Her voice was sharp, her tone cutting. Lucas’s men glanced at each other, uneasy, but Lucas only smiled politely. “Yes, my lady. That is correct. We may be small, but we stand strong.”

Alastor growled impatiently. "Only a kiss. Do not touch me." My heart was bleeding. Marcel, please forgive me. Lisa began to sing. Her voice was melodious. The lyrics was gripping at my heart, tugging at my soul. She was asking me to hold on. But I leaned in. And I kissed Alastor's lips. He groaned, grabbing my waist. "You taste so freaking good, baby. I can't wait to fuck you." I was disgusted, but I didn't let it show.

Astra screamed at Azul who kept his expression blank but I could tell that her words hit a particular sore spot. “May every woman you find comfort with meet a tragic end, worse than what you did to my mother! May every evil befall you for what you did to my sister! You are dead to me! You hear me?! You are dead to me! A curse on you, Azul! For everything you have done to my family, a curse on you!!” Astra kept on screaming at him as she was taken away by the warrior. Azul to his credit held up his head but he said nothing. There was a crack that was getting bigger in his composure.

"What? But she's not Abaddon's girlfriend, he's always been clear about that. Fucking psychotic bitch." "Tabitha." I reprimand her, shocked she'd be so rude about anyone. "Come on Sera, you know it's true. She's the only one delusional enough to believe Abaddon is capable of being monogamous. Look at how the Alpha behaves, I think it's an Alpha thing, like maybe they're hornier than the average wolf or something and it's not like Abaddon pretends he's into her for more than just sex, he barely even speaks to her during the day, she's just an easy cum dump." I'm about to seriously reprimand her again when she quickly pulls away from us into the centre of the hallway. "Oh my goddess, Abbadon.

I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned villages into ash and left bones for wolves to gnaw. The one mothers whispered about in the dark to keep their children silent.

I watched as hundreds of our warriors shifted at once, the sound of bones snapping and fur growing filling the air. In the center of the chaos stood Alaeric. He was still in his human form, wearing his heavy black armor. In his hand, he gripped the sword we had enchanted in the secret cave. The silver blade caught the moonlight, humming with a soft, pearlescent glow that he couldn't seem to stop staring at. He knew someone had touched his steel. He knew it felt alive. "They're here," Lyra whispered beside me. A wave of gray-and-black wolves erupted from the tree line like a dark tide. But they weren't alone. Walking among them were hooded figures in rags, the Shadow-Mages. They carried stave

she says as she turns back to start finger combing her hair. "That went better than I expected," she hears Jason whisper to Lukas. "Way better!" he replies also whispering. "I can hear you guys you know," she tells them. "Shit!" Lukas says as Jason bursts into laughter. "Really? You can hear their whispers? Oh my glory! She really is the Witch Supreme," Katrina says which makes Lukas and Sarah joins in the laughter.