Alastor X Lucifer Wattpad Novels & Stories

“What in the name of the Lord?” I shake my head in disbelief. What sorcery is this? Sister Abbie said this belonged to my parents…but just who were my parents? An owl hoots and I jump a little. The leaves around me rustle too as if an animal lurks behind the trees of something. My imagination starts to run wild, what if a tiger or lion attacks? Or even worse, what if creatures from the underworld like werewolves and vampires come? I slap myself on the face. “Get a grip of yourself, Alisa!” I hiss. “You are a child of light! You are…oh wait…you’re not. You’re a succubus.”

“It only happens that Lucia has her special ability. If not for her, you’re a lump of dead meat by now.” “If you say so. Believe in what makes you comfortable, and keep on fooling yourself.” He muttered before turning his back. “I want to go home. I’ll check on Asher.” I speak. “Not now Luna.” “You can’t stop me.” I stand up from the bed and walk closer to him. “I’m a vaewolf Lucien, you can’t stop me. No one can.” I whispered. But instead of him shutting me up. He smiled sweetly, I’ve never seen those smiles before. He walks closer to me.

“After everything that happened, how can I be sure?” Lucifer’s expression darkened, his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity. “Because I say so,” he growled, his hands gripping Allistair’s wrists and pinning them above his head. “Because you are mine, and I will never let you go again.” He claimed Allistair’s mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss, his tongue delving deep as if to reclaim every forgotten memory. Allistair struggled against his hold, but Lucifer’s grip was unyielding, his body pressing down on him with a weight that was both comforting and terrifying.

Albert elaborated, and I stopped in my tracks. I sniffed, and Aster, my wolf, grumbled under his breath. “The perfect timing for your return, huh?” I taunted him, but my concentration was on that rotten smell. “They are right, Sylvester. If you ask me, it seems that they are using humans to convert them into a werewolf first, and then they convert them into a vampire somehow,” Aster speculated, but it was enough to sink my heart in the deep pit of my belly. I looked at Lucifer and Albert, and by the look on their faces, it was clear that they also had the same thoughts.

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…”

“I can ease his pain—buy him some time—but I can’t stop what’s already spreading through his blood. This isn’t ordinary. This is… supernatural.” She looked down at Dante again, pity shadowing her face. “Whoever this Alpha is—she’s powerful. The last Alpha with this kind of energy was executed generations ago for being too dangerous. After her death, no one ever possessed such strength again. I wonder where this one came from.” Her voice fell to a whisper. “But now… it’s returned.” Luke’s knees nearly gave out beneath him. “So what are we supposed to do?” The healer looked at him with sorrowful eyes. “Pray for his soul,” the healer whispered, her voice trembling. “Because your friend… is alre

"Well. That's unfortunate." "I killed him." "Yes." "I didn't mean to. I just—I was so angry—" "I know." Lyra sat down hard. "The seal is breaking faster than I thought. You're accessing power you shouldn't be able to control yet." "What does that mean?" Lyra looked at her. Really looked at her. "It means Alpha Ronan Ashford—leader of the Ashford Pack, member of the Council—is dead. Killed by a supposedly cursed wolf everyone thinks is helpless."

A low sound escaped before I could stop it. Alexander’s arm tightened around my waist. “He’s right,” he murmured against my hair. “It’s taking more every night. My fire. His frost. Kaelen’s earth when he steadies you in the corridors. Even Silas’s wind when he stands too close and pretends he isn’t watching.” I swallowed. “And Lucius?” Alexander’s laugh was short and dark. “Lucius doesn’t need to touch you to feed it. He just looks at you like he’s already decided how he’ll use whatever you’re becoming.”

The fingers wrapping around the sheets were white as the sheets themselves. The healer—whatever her name was—had said that I wouldn’t make full recovery until Lucifer sealed the mate bond. Which meant fucking me. Yeah, Lucifer had to fuck me. Or I had to… whichever way, but I doubted I would be doing any fucking with Lucifer. He was of powerful Alpha blood and I was a weak Omega. The door opened and he walked in, just like he’d done anytime I thought of him. He stalked towards me, all six foot, hard muscles of him. He was wearing only shorts and as much as I wanted to not look, there was nothing I could do.

The urgency within me demands immediate answers. Alpha stammers, his gaze avoiding mine as he attempts to respond. His feeble attempt only fuels my frustration, pushing me further to the edge. I can feel the pulsating energy coursing through my veins, my Lycan nature straining against my control. But I reign it in, channeling the raw power into my words. "My Lycan is yearning for her other half, but I cannot locate her. I can only catch a faint trace of her scent," I assert, my voice resonating with an undertone of frustration. The Luna, sensing the mounting anger within me, seeks refuge in the protective embrace of her husband, her body trembling. It is she who dares to respond, her voice l