Alastor X Oc Novels & Stories

"How dare you attack me, your future alpha, you poor bitch, you poor and useless wolf-less omega. How dare you lay your filthy hands on me?" Lucas said, coming towards her with full force. Taking her as if she was worth nothing, he flung her to the wall, watching as she hissed in pain. Her body came in contact with the wall, causing a crack of bone to be heard in the room. She must have broken two or more bones in her. She stood up. Her legs were so weak. She walked back to the wall as she saw the demon walking towards her. Her heart beat at every step he took, his dangerous demeanor increasing seconds after seconds. Who knew what demon the alpha's son possessed in him?

He turned him so his face was directly facing me. "Now. Why. Did. You. Touch. Her?" he commanded, his voice laced with anger and authority. "He wants to kill her." he whimpered. And then Ozymandius bought his hand which now had claws and dugged them straight into the monsters neck. The monsters breathing became harsh and within seconds he turned into ashes. I coudnt believe this. Ozymandius was a monster. I burried my face into Alexander's chest and it was not long before I started crying.

I noticed the look of jealousy on his face. “What’s wrong with what I said?” I asked him. “I’m jealous if you treat Felix better than me.” “But I’m just friends with him,” I muttered. Terrence took a deep breath, then exhaled roughly. “Does it have to be like that to be friends? You made him a special coffee and–” “Hey, I made you one too,” I lamented later. “But, I still feel jealous.” I pursed my lips. Terrence noticed it too. He stroked the top of my head and said he didn’t want me to treat another Alpha more special than him. And he wouldn’t treat any other Omega to be any more special than me.

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie silver glow over the courtyard. The air crackled with tension as two powerful werewolves, Orion and Jade, faced each other with grim determination. Their eyes locked in a fierce gaze, their minds focused solely on the battle that was about to unfold. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two Alphas and the imminent clash that would determine their fates. "Before we begin, just know I never meant for this to happen Jade," Orion's voice drifted over to Jade with the wind.

"If I marry Sophia, my enemies will have power over me. And according to the prophecy, I can't take a Luna. I'm cursed by a witch." Otsana's eyes went wide, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. "What?" she gasped. "Alpha, I had no idea. What does the prophecy say?" I closed my eyes, the weight of the prophecy pressing down on my shoulders like a boulder. I stood up, my legs shaky and unsteady. Otsana reached out to me, her hand resting on my arm to steady me. But it was no use. I collapsed, falling to my knees as the world spun around me. Otsana cried out, catching me before I hit the ground.

look and stood up. She turned to D'Angelo and said, "I guess it's time to leave you two to discuss." He nodded, and I moved aside to let her go. I was glad the place was dark, despite feeling a little awkward being alone with the Alpha. Although werewolves have enhanced vision, I was sure no one was around. Even if someone was, D'Angelo was the alpha, and no omega could question him. He patted the chair where my mom had just left and said, "Sit."

some family back, I am sure.” Osiris sat down on the bed. “Do you want me to scratch you head a little?” I asked. Osiris put his hands out “no I need more. I need you.” I sat on his lap, straddling him with my legs and his hands immediately went to my ass. He moved me against him and I felt Osiris becoming hard. I took my t-shirt off and my bra and Osiris didn’t hesitate and placed his mouth against my breast. I realized I needed this just as much as Osiris, we needed a distraction from everything and all I could feel right now were Osiris hands and mouth all over me. I got off Osiris, making him look at me with longing. He reached out, trying to get me back on his lap. “Take of your pants”

Elizabeth was dancing with some guy nearby, clearly occupied, so I smiled at her and started dancing on my own, letting the music take over, until a hand suddenly settled on my waist. I turned to find a man with faint scars across his face and forehead, sharp features softened by a lazy smile. His hair was shaved at the sides, the longer top pulled back into a neat bun, and despite the scars, he was undeniably attractive. Something about him felt familiar. “Hello, beautiful,” he said. “Hey,” I replied. “I’m Xander,” he said. “Dark Fang pack. You’re Bella, right?” “Yeah,” I nodded. “I saw what you did to Scarlett today,” he continued, grinning. “I’ve got to say, you left me speechless. She de