Alastor X Oc Novels & Stories

Alastor tries using his tail to hit me and turning his neck to grab onto me but I am in a good spot that he cannot reach me. I mind link Maliyah to stop but I am too late as Alastor has noticed her and he uses his tail to hit her right into Aspen, sending them both across the field. Alastor let’s out a growl and rolls onto his back, making me let go as I feel bones breaking from him crushing me. Alastor gets back on all fours and uses his teeth to grab my body and pierce my skin. I know this is it. “I love you Katerina,” I mind link before everything goes dark.

odd. There was a certain glaze of sadness, a far-away kind of stare in her eyes that somehow reminded Alastor of prisoners of war from historical documentaries he used to watch with Alistair when they were in junior high. His mate looked like she was... haunted. Was it because she is a goddess of the underworld?

Alaster walked into the room, his gaze moving to where Xander previously stood and clarity washed over his expression as he turned back to Alex and Josh. “Did Xander visit?” Alex was the one to answer with a meek nod before shaking his head and snapping himself out of whatever fearful trance he’d been under. He gave Josh a little shake which led the other to follow. “What was that?” Josh asked, turning to Alaster who looked exasperated more than anything. “It seems Xander had left you in a little fear induced paralysis, it’s something that happens when prey find themselves in the presence of intense killing intent,” Alaster spoke, rubbing his temples before waving his hand.

' Chris blushed in embarrassment as his ears turned rosy pink. Moving forward, Chris does not seem to understand Isaac at all. Isaac was a Beta werewolf and most Betas Chris knew of; has gone crazy for Gammas like Cecilia, no matter their gender and hybrid status. Other than her ridiculously enlarged bosom, her whole body was a perfect top-notch. As compared to Nathan's and Isaac's Gamma basketball coach, Alessia Miller, Alessia was shorter than Cecilia, standing at just 5'2. Unlike Cecilia, Alessia was one rank higher than her when it comes to status as she was the middle-seed Gamma were-rabbit. Despite having well-built bodies, Chris found Alessia lacking in the chest area as she has a fla

Her face had just been used as a hole to ram thick disgusting meat in and out of it until she was finally forced to either swallow or be sprayed by their white smelly goo. “Take it off and see how it looks,” Alastor said, making her look up at him with her curious brown eyes. The look, her faltering nervous touch and the aura of innocence that she radiated almost made Alastor want to skip this part and take her instead but he persevered and stood still feeling his cock be freed from its encasement.

After a minute of catching her breath and examining her with cautious eyes she finally let out the question that was bothering her. Alpha opened his eyes and looked at her with his blank gaze making her almost believe that he hadn't minded her question and she in a split second started her emotional drama, "Alpha, aren't I enough for you? I am your Luna, everyone calls me your Luna, I am here to fulfill your every need, I can do anything she might be doing to make you so drawn to her. Let her go, my Alpha, I assure you, I will be a far better she wolf to you than that omega ever was." The moment she completed her banter, she was roughly pushed off his leg making her gasp out as she was throw

Lycans responded with monstrous strength, knocking wolves aside like toys. Fire spells shot across the battlefield. Ice daggers exploded from the enemy witches’ hands. Lightning tore through the sky as Delilah raised both palms and fired a golden arc straight into a cluster of Lycans. Soraya and Seraphine chanted ancient spells, creating barriers that shimmered like molten glass. Wolves crashed into them only to be repelled by a shockwave. Stella and Stacey fought like living hurricanes. But Timothy… Timothy was a monster.

Unknown P.O.V "That fucker almost broke my arm!" A very dirty-looking man cries hiss as he thinks about his encounter with one of the badass omegas he has ever met in his life. "Who did this?" the man sitting at the computer desk said after puffing out the smoke from his cigarette. He sounds boring as he looks at the man. He is sure about some badass Alpha kick his man ass.

“Liar.” He surged forward, sweeping my leg and pinning me to the mat. His weight pressed down—not crushing, but firm enough that I could feel his breath against my neck. “Yield,” he said quietly. The suppressant had started to fade. My body burned and my pulse raced. I could smell him, and worse, he could smell me. “I said yield, Hale.” I turned my head just enough to meet his eyes. “Get off.” Then it happened. The faintest crack in the mask. My scent slipped which felt sweet, warm, unmistakably Omega.

But it is only for a little while as disgust immediately fills me. Unlike any other bosses, Victor is very keen on making sure that the clients won't hurt any of us, omegas, working in the club. The clients can have sex with us as much as they want, but they are not and are never allowed to hurt us and leave scars and bruises on our skins. We are all products to Victor, ones that he needed to sell. And in order for him to be able to sell us well, he needs us to be flawless and to look appealing. And surely, having scars and bruises does not look appealing at all to his high-end clients.