Alastor X Niffty Novels & Stories

“Or are you just wanting to flirt? I can leave you alone if that is the case.” ‘ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?,’ my wolf barks, piercing his claws into the walls of my mind, triggering my eyes to close shortly, before I can subdue the pain and force them to open again. I really don’t want to seem like the creep here. “Oh,” General Alastor laughs in an annoying manner, and I scrunch up my face. “No, no. I was meaning to come and pick you up to show you the newest results of our investigation.”

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.

“You are so subtle.” “I know,” I offered him before his lips met mine. He tasted like sweat and honey. I pulled him closer to me, attempting to topple him into the tub with me. “You can just ask, you know.” Alastor stood back up leaving me to watch him. He gripped the back of his shirt with one hand and tore it off over his head. His muscles slightly rolled and flexed with every moment. His body was speckled with scars, which I found so sexy. He rolled down his shorts and underwear at the same time. His delicious colossal cock sprung free. His whole body shimmered in faint sweat, it made my mouth water.

rasps a sexy voice with a British accent. I look dead into the eyes of the hybrid alpha himself. His dark orbs seem to pull me in momentarily. I regain my composure. “Oh! And what may be the occasion?” I ask fully aware that it is my brother’s fourteenth birthday today. “It’s our young friend’s fourteenth birthday today and we thought burgers and shakes were in order. They are his favorite foods,” the alpha says as he smiles.

~ GRAY I’m delirious with lust as Fallon climbs on top of me, positioning her hands on my chest for leverage as she rocks her hips over my dick. A little puff of air escapes her lips when the head of my cock slips inside her tight pussy, and it’s all I can do to keep from blowing my load when she fully lowers herself down onto my dick.

he says, looking thoughtful "Fae magic could shield us…I don't know what Thayer wants, but he was wide-eyed and pale when he saw the damage. He and his daughter fixed it easily enough, but he didn't ask any questions. Not one. You know how those sneaky ass Fae can be." Aston says, crossing his arms and muttering about bitch ass Fae and their pranks. I smirk; Aston got drunk with some Fae once and ended up naked on a rooftop in the Razor Tail Pack. "Bring the sneaky Fae in then," I tell him.

The entire club seemed to hold its breath, a storm swelling in its walls. My grip tightened. Caspian’s pulse beat fast against my knuckles, but his expression remained infuriatingly calm, mocking me with every second. My wolf howled for release, claws scraping just beneath the skin. The air crackled—two Alphas and their shadows seconds from tearing Nocturne apart. And then— “Alpha Draco. Alpha Caspian!!!” The voice thundered across the floor, snapping like a whip. Every head turned, every wolf stiffened.

But the answer was obvious to Alastor and sounded like a refusal. There are things that July does not know that since Alastor first became an agent named N, met her in the bridal waiting room. Or even when they are in a hotel room, that the man was actually hooked on her. Maybe Alastor has gone crazy for falling in love with the rough, brutal July who cursed in his presence on the wedding day at their first meeting. July was the only woman who made a strong impression on Alastor, swearing harsh words by wearing a magnificent, elegant, luxurious wedding dress that was supposed to exude an aura of dazzling beauty. Whether or not Alastor was attracted to July is a mystery.

Alastor murmured, almost to himself. “Then you should be on your way!” Proserpina suggested brightly, all false cheer with a single clap, “My uncles always said that nothing cheers up a man than a passionate night spent with a horde of gorgeous nymphs. Have fun with your groupies.” “I don't want them. Any of them…” Alastor grumbled, as though he already had this kind of conversation before–he probably did, “...even before I saw you.”

Added one more line, because the evidence demanded it even if I wasn't ready for what it meant: Which means they knew I was coming. Before Alastor did.