Alastor X Oc Novels & Stories

“You're drunk, I'm not going to touch you like that. If you want me to have sex with you, wait until I sober up and we talk about this.” “That's why sleeping with an alpha is frustrating, they want to take everything too seriously and it's boring.” complains Adhara. “It's not taking things in a boring way, it's just not right. If you want one-night stands, you should first be sober and not throwing up with every effort you make.” “If that's what you're worried about, I already threw up everything I was going to throw up and washed my mouth out four times. So...” “It’s not that, omega. It's just that...”

I kept my gaze on the floor as the tears that stung my eyes fell to the floor. "I wish you the most gruesome death there is." Luna Cara giggled, before dragging me out. Zoe followed behind. I zoned out and just walked behind her. I tried hard not to think about whatever comes next. It never went well. Alpha Harrison waved a contract before everyone and me. He then handed it over to alpha Caleb. I looked at alpha Caleb and I saw the monster he actually is. The scars on his body were now understandable. I could now remember all the times I had heard his name. None were for any good thing.

“Did you miss me?” My eyes widen for two reasons. One, I’m no longer feeling horny. Two, did he just talk? Like actually speak? “What the fuck do you want?” “I want you to step the fuck back and leave”. “I’m not leaving without her Sycamore”. The beast chuckled. My goddess, this can’t actually be happening! “Do you want to die boy?” “No”. “Then get the fuck out”. Cocci scurried out of the room. Sycamore approaches me and I slink back, scared. He smells like death.

“Give me that ornament, you wench!” The sound of his voice makes me shiver in fear. His aura is intimidating and scary. So scary, I could feel it as I run away from him. I can tell from his compelling aura that he is not an ordinary werewolf. He is of high rank, he could be an Alpha or Beta, I really can’t say and I’m not going to stick around to find out who he is. He’ll probably kill me before I get a chance to see his face. I have no idea what he is talking about, I don’t even know who he is. But one thing is certain, he wants me dead and he will stop at nothing until he gets the ornament.

Alice stared at Olivia with disdain, and then returned her gaze to Theodora " You still haven't learned that your kind can never be welcomed in our pack, Theodora, go elsewhere maybe the bloodsucking dead stinky fools will accept you but the moonlight pack will never do that " Alice proudly said as she was sure that no one will stop her from taking over.

“He’s on the verge of abandoning the pack, Draco. Abandoning Nightshade itself. All for a girl.” That brought out a long, amused laugh from Draco. “A girl?” he echoed mockingly. “Gods above, don’t tell me. Some high ranking Alpha daughter? A political match gone wrong? Or wait…” He gasped dramatically. “Don’t tell me it’s one of those innocent virgins from a storybook. Don’t tell me big, bad Damon found himself a damsel to suddenly ‘fix’ him.” Nyla’s jaw tightened. “Worse, Draco. She’s an Omega.”

"The freak who was hunting your scent has completely vanished." Lestat lets out a long, heavy sigh, running his fingers through his dark hair with a look of pure irritation I can't even begin to understand. "Throwing your mouth at a strange Alpha in the middle of the street isn't the smartest survival move," he grunts, placing a heavy palm against my spine as he guides me down the main stone drag of the territory. His walk is completely off... his heavy boots dragging slightly against the dirt, like a warrior fighting off a heavy sleeping hex. Does he have weak knees from our kiss, too? My face burns hotter at the very thought.

“April Foster. That’s General Alastor.” I squint my eyes at Scott before forcing back up a kind expression for the lycan. “It’s actually April Angel,” I correct the stupid Alpha, offering a hand for the general to take. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, General Alastor.” “How fitting,” the general comments, a huge grin appearing on his stoic face. “The pleasure is all mine, Dr. Angel.” He takes my hand, shaking it, and I am surprised at how gentle the handshake feels because I was rather expecting him to crush my fingers in a tight grip. His hand is huge compared to mine, and I have to actively keep myself from shuddering as his deep voice vibrates along my nerves through our connection.

My stomach clenched, and my fists tightened around my glass. The scent hit me like a drug, thick, dark, and impossibly addictive: smoked cedar, black currant, and something feral underneath that made my knees threaten to fold. My wolf surged forward so violently I nearly dropped the crystal tumbler in my hand. Mate. I heard it loud, unmistakable in my head, a confirmation of something I already knew. And when I turned, the room narrowed to a single point. Alpha Desmond Montari. The Alpha of the Moonfall clan.

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.