Alastor X Lucifer Novels & Stories

He was a werewolf and an enemy to the witches even if she was no longer regarded in the coven. She observed the Palace as Rein led her to the Alpha. There were paintings on the wall of the previous Lycans. A particular painting caught her attention, it was the painting of an older version of Lucian. "That must have been his Father." She thought. They had the same blue eyes and the same nose shape. They could pass for twins if Lucian was disguised to be older. For his painting to be put up in the hallway, it meant he had passed on to the great beyond and Alicia wondered what could have been the cause of his death. As they walked on, Alicia could feel the previous Lycan's gaze on her and shudd

Around the glass-like table, the gods were silent and gazing off in the distance. Finally, the goddess of knowledge and war, Alstha, spoke. "Action must be taken right away!" She cried out in indignation, "He is killing hundreds of innocent lives every minute! "Nothing can be done by us." Eccasto, the deity of reason and instinct, bemoaned, "We made sure of that when we made him indestructible." "Whose grand idea was that? Everyone has witnessed the boy's abilities. If we can't figure out a method to stop him, I vow bad things will happen to us." Fate spoke

She knew it wasn't possible, the dead would never return back to her but still, Haven found herself wishing she could see them again, even if it was just once. ========= Lucious had an unfathomable expression as he listened to the reports coming in from some of the Alpha's. The little lunch he had set up had soon turn to an emergency meeting as reports of those hideous creatures were brought up. The other creatures which were also part of the supernatural realm, The witches. If there was anything Lucious hated more than rogues, then it was the witches and vampires which once in a while, do clash with his own people. Yes , witches and vampires do exist in their world too.

His lips then formed into a lopsided smirk. I gasped softly when I felt Lucien squeezing my waist as he grabs me closer to him. The Alpha of Crimson Pack then grinned upon seeing Lucien's gesture. "We haven't properly introduced. I am Drago Alessandrei Lestat, the Alpha of Crimson Pack. It's nice to finally meet you, Lady Ysobella." He offered his hand for a handshake. I was about to reach for it but I stopped when Lucien subtly gave me a signal not to by tightening his hold on me. But I don't want to appear rude so I accepted his hand nonetheless.

My knees trembled at Lucifer's stare. "W-what do you want?" I asked. Lucifer wasn't one of the friendly and fun-loving angels in the Kingdom. He was the most devious species that ever existed to the point that everyone here was doing their best to avoid him. He playfully smirked. "Guess what." I looked away, I couldn't even stand his creepy grin.

the alpha asked, but Castellana did not utter a single word. Alaric grabbed her wrist and pulled her close, looking into her blue eyes that reflected confusion. He hated it. He hated how she acted like she had been so oblivious to everything. "This fucking curse is triggered by you, Sullivan. You have been enjoying sexual pleasures with another man while I am tormented by this. Even when you fucked one of my employees, I felt it. I felt every pain of it so don't you dare shed tears and speak like you are the victim here."

Lucian said, lifting me into his arms, "Seraphina is dead." I heard Alistair's roar from across the compound. "What is that fire? Seraphina! Is this another one of your pathetic games to get my attention?" A warrior's trembling voice answered. "Alpha... the Luna... she's gone. She burned to death. There's nothing left."

A Fenrisúlfr. They said he once swallowed a mountain whole because someone insulted his master's tea preferences. That he brought ruin to the Western Empire when a bureaucrat called Nexus "just a soil god." That he once bit the arm off a sun deity and won the lawsuit. And now… this spirit—the wolf, the shadow, the living catastrophe in a handsome meat suit—was supposedly bound as a familiar. To Nexus. Who had gone missing. And now Selena Collins, a woman who didn’t flinch at vending machine ghosts and had the spiritual awareness of a cat who just walked through a séance, was bearing the glowing mark of his succession.

Bram murmured something I couldn’t quite catch to himself, but offered no suggestions. The witch’s equivalent to a lycan was a demon. Demons were the near immortals that spawned several paranormal species, similar to how lycans were responsible for all shifters. Similar to lycans, no one really knew their origin story, or who the first was. It was fun to compare and contrast the origin stories, though.

With Calypso defeated, the enchantments imprisoning Lola, Evin, and Lara dissipate, freeing them from their captivity. Relief washed over them as they joined Erin and an injured Duncan, happy and mingling with awe at the sight of the Fanged Gods. Thorlon, the mighty Fanged God, stepped forward, his gaze meeting Erin’s with solemn intensity. In a voice that resonated with ancient power, he revealed the truth that had aunted her for so long: Alpha Mirthon, Duncan’s father, was the werewolf who had taken Darcy’s life, her first beloved human soul mate. And now, Darcy had returned, reincarnated into Duncan, the son of his murderer.