Alastor X Novels & Stories

Alastor replied dismissively. “What’s it for?” Ashton pressed. “That’s none of your business,” Alastor shot back, his demeanor shifting to one of irritation. He has to be an alpha since he confidently spoke to Ashton that way, and Ashton appeared to be wary around him. After a moment, Ashton asked out of the blue, “Are you responsible for the note?” “What note?” Alastor asked, puzzled. Either he doesn't know, or he is such a good actor. But we certainly can't tell that yet.

By his side was exactly where she belonged. As soon as he felt all of her, he felt ALL of her. They were connected more than physically. He felt his demon intertwine with hers and his body was burning. This was their power. He pulled his eyes away from her body long enough to see the birds falling from the sky. It was storming. The sky could actually be falling. Imagine what they could do when they were actually trying. “Ally.” He tapped her thigh. She turned her head to look outside, but didn’t stop. The site seemed to have lite something inside of her.

I growled; the second Red looked at the wolf suspiciously, Ares coming forward in a warning, my eyes burned with the fiery red of my alleged alpha wolf. "She's on board!" Ares confirmed, making me grin sinisterly, shooting a wink at my girl before teleporting to where I sensed the darkness looming, stalking and watching us like some scientist watching their experiment unravel. "So you're a watcher, hmm. Get off on watching others get frisky! You kinky bastard!" I chuckled, leaning up the tree behind him, grinning seeing him turn to face me. Styled blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, tanned and insanely handsome while radiating superiority, dressed in his designer suit and loafers! Standing out

ANASTASIA When you talk of pure evil, that's Alpha Diego. From what I've heard, he's an Alpha in the open, but a dangerous man in secret. In short, he's a Mafia Lord from the underworld, who lurks in the dark. I can still remember all of Father's words and warning about the Alpha. He defined him as the devil's right hand man in disguise. He portrayed him as a monster out for blood and hard to get.

But deep down, my heart yearned to retreat from the festivities and find solace in solitude. Alpha Chester guided me across the room to a particular spot where the other Alpha stood. This man was striking, with long, white-blonde hair that cascaded like a waterfall down to his waist, and piercing pale blue eyes that gave him a slightly terrifying appearance. His presence exuded an aura of power and confidence. Alpha Chester introduced me to him, "Nora, meet Alpha Jacob of the Storm Claw Pack. Alpha Jacob, this is my wife and the Luna of my pack, Nora Farkas."

When I found the source of the evil aura, I realized that his powers are way stronger than I could ever imagine. It turned out to be Harold Armstrong, the former Beta of this pack. I had no idea that he knows about magic, I thought I was the most powerful being in this pack, not even in my wildest dreams would I have imagined something like this. He was performing a ritual when I spotted him in his basement. He sounded so furious as he mixed several potions together, he kept lamenting about the stubborn Alpha and how he blocked his access to the basement,

He asked. Pulling a grumpy face, she leaned forward and looked into his eyes. "I know you won't remember me. But... unfortunately, I am the dumbass who died for you, baby." Alastair wasn't caught off guard. Not even for a second. Witches' eyes were all about trickery. Ryle's claws were out to take action but he stopped himself when Alastair shook his head and then, smirked at the witch. "Are you saying that I didn't kick your sexy little ass and strangle your lovely throat to death?"

His palm was so hard that my jaws cracked at his slap. "You don't know who I am, right? Have you heard of Alpha Xavier?... I am the devil-reincarnate. I kill anyone anytime I wish. No one dares to cross my path, but you just came yesterday and already got the guts to refuse my order!" He thundered and kicked my belly so hard that I yelped and coughed out blood as extreme pain waved through me. The cracking of my ribs could be heard. It was so unbearable. I had thought I was getting used to torture, but each hit from Xavier seemed so different and powerful that I wondered if he was a werewolf.

Her voice, ethereal and sharp, echoed through the thick air, slicing into the fabric of magic that guarded the cursed island. As she whispered the final incantation, a crack formed in the luminous wall—small, fleeting, but enough for one to pass. “He must go now!” Ysolde cried, her voice urgent. “Only one—only the strongest.” Everyone turned to Alexandro. Without hesitation, the Alpha King shed his robe and stepped forward. His eyes burned with conviction, the winds howling around him as if answering his call. The others—Kiara, Jacob, Edward, Nivera, Valerian, and even Serena’s father—watched in silence, holding their breath as Alexandro tilted his head skyward. His body shimmered and began

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.