Alastor X Sir Pentious Novels & Stories

He was certain that it was Zeke, howling like a rabid beast down in those dungeons, but whatever had happened to him, Abel wasn't sticking around to find out. He was halfway around the mansion, heading towards the front lawn, when he stopped, frozen in place, by the sight of Papa Amari standing behind Sandrine, a hideous grin on his face. He was neither touching her nor holding a weapon to her but Sandrine seemed paralyzed, her eyes wide with terror and pleading with him to save her from whatever invisible torture had rendered her immobile. "Alpha Abel, where is my witch?", Gilbert asked, getting straight to the point. "In the dungeons, just like we agreed", Abel replied, nervously licking h

I have no idea why he split the scroll, I don’t even know why the sorcerers keep visiting the Palace thrice in a month. I’ve explored this whole building and I’ve gathered enough evidence to convince the rest of the Alphas that we are under bondage. I’ve also gotten my hand on some experiment potion that he keeps locked up in a safe in his room. I use one of it on his daughter, it knocks her out after sex and it gives me enough time to explore the house more. All I need now are the damn scrolls.

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?"

" I already have. I am now the Supreme Alpha, and as long as I have the Soul Gem, I won't be affected even if Hayden crumbles" Xerxes closed his eyes and tried to use the mind link to alert the lycan warriors, but when he tried, he experienced a massive pain in his head and blood spluttered out of his ears. "I wouldn't use the mind link if I were you," Apollo chuckled. "What have you done to me?" Xerxes demanded, his voice barely above a whisper. "You remember the wine I so generously gave to you? It was poisoned. Yes, Xerxes. The same poison that killed your dear Izabelle. By now, it must have eaten deep into you. It is killing you from inside"

He is – “The nail in your coffin,” the man says and pulls the trigger, blasting Zion’s once-loyal follower to smithereens. Alec Winters, the Hunter. He is a legend among all packs for never having lost a fight with an incubus or succubus before. Is he here for Alisa? He stretches out his hand and I decide to take it, allowing him to pull me up. If he’s not against me, then I can assume that he is with me.

Meaning, if the contractee were to disobey the contractor, they will suffer a punishment from the Gods. Alesteria grinned as she looked at Aimilios and Aldrich. "I already have that one figured out." A knock on the door interrupted their conversation, just like what happened the day before, as it opened and revealed Xerxes followed by Tristan and Bastian. Alesteria's eyes brightened even more as she stood up and greeted Xerxes. "Father!" After that, Alesteria turned to Tristan, smiling at him to which Tristan smiled back. Alesteria then turned her head back to Xerxes and Bastian felt that he was somehow wronged, but he just kept quiet while acting like a pitiful puppy.

"Now that my Luna—our Luna, is here safe and sound, I believe the proper feast can commence now!" The hall resounded with another round of cheers and applause as Alpha Chester took his seat. As the feast commenced, I forced myself to pick at the food, managing no more than a few sips of water. My gaze wandered around the table, landing on Alpha Jacob, who sat at the far end, appearing cheerful as he conversed with an Elder from the Council of Wolves. His casual demeanor didn't betray any hint of knowledge or involvement in the earlier incident. It was as if he had nothing to do with the darkness I had escaped.

“My lady, what about you? Are you going somewhere—“ Beth stutters. “I cannot face Alice but I will make sure everyone pays for this.” I mutter, letting go of my governess hand and entering into the next hallway. If there is anyone that hates Ozar in this castle, it would be Prince Collins. But first, I need to find out if he truly reached out to my brother in order to plot his treason. With his help, I swear…I will tear down the walls of this castle until there is nothing left.

“The sounds, Aaron. Did anyone else hear the wall-thumping opera from the East Wing last night? I thought the Moon Goddess herself had descended.” Lilia burst into laughter. “I thought someone was being murdered.” “I did hear something,” Kael mumbled awkwardly. “But I thought it was the wind.” “Wind doesn’t moan, Kael,” Denera deadpanned, sipping her tea with narrowed eyes. Lucian turned to me slowly. “Do you want me to throw Tobias through the window?” I was too busy choking on my laughter. “He deserves it.” “Please don’t,” Tobias said, bowing as if we were in court. “It would be a shame to damage my perfect face. Besides, you two clearly had a bonding session straight out of a steamy roman