Alastor X Sir Pentious Novels & Stories

Not a single car passed me. My boots crunched through the snow. Rain blurred my vision. I couldn’t tell if the wet streaks on my cheeks were tears or just the storm. When I finally reached the Moon Goddess’s Altar, I was soaked to the bone. But I didn’t hesitate. I handed the elder the parchment. He studied it for a long time before asking gently, "Is this an official request to dissolve the mate bond?" I nodded. A heavy pause stretched between us. "You understand," he said slowly, "there’s a mandatory twenty-day waiting period. If it’s not withdrawn in that time, the bond will be permanently severed. Have you truly made peace with this?"

“After everything that happened, how can I be sure?” Lucifer’s expression darkened, his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity. “Because I say so,” he growled, his hands gripping Allistair’s wrists and pinning them above his head. “Because you are mine, and I will never let you go again.” He claimed Allistair’s mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss, his tongue delving deep as if to reclaim every forgotten memory. Allistair struggled against his hold, but Lucifer’s grip was unyielding, his body pressing down on him with a weight that was both comforting and terrifying.

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.

I was looking for him, but I was not the only one. A presence shifted behind me. I did not turn immediately. There was no need. “You think too loudly,” a familiar voice said. I exhaled slowly. “You always appear where you are not welcome.” Alastor stepped into view with his usual calm, the kind that came from knowing most people could not touch him even if they tried. Apostle of Ra. Exiled on paper, tolerated in practice. “That is an interesting complaint,” he replied. “Coming from a man who treats contracts like loose guidelines.”

I paused letting them fully grasp what she had gone through, a few of them had their mouths agape. “We have no record of silvermoon having a prison, nor do they have the permission from the high committee to imprison anyone.” Harold spoke, he might be the leader here but he was totally clueless. “No shit Sherlock, Alpha Simon is a psycho and sociopath. He wouldn’t let something as small as permission stop him from doing something he wanted to do.” “Let’s come back to the matter at hand. How do you know what she is not just telling you this and that she is not working with them?” Ezra, the most matter of fact member asked.

Adrian asked, changing the subject. "Yes sir, I did just that and like you suspected, the whole incident with the Alpha was indeed suspicious and I think Sir Micheal had something to do with him," Ivan replied and Adrian frowned. "How do you mean?" he asked. "Sir Micheal has been spotted a few times leaving the fortress to secretly meet secretly with a gang known as the rebels. They're a gang known for their rebellious nature and they're also known for looking like they're rogues. They have the ability to change their smell to the point where you can't exactly pinpoint what pack they actually belong to and according to my research, the description provided by the Alpha on the werewolves that

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.

Every one of them stared forward with expressions carved from stone. Strong. Unshaken. Unyielding. I wondered what they would have thought of me today. When I reached the council chamber, the massive doors were already open. Father sat at the head of the long table. Alpha Kael Blackwood. The most powerful Alpha in the Northern Territories. His expression revealed nothing. Standing beside him was Lady Celine. His fated mate. Draven's mother. Her perfectly composed smile vanished the moment I entered. "So," Father said, folding his hands together.

the butler, Steward, bowed his head deeply. He was extremely worried to see the Alpha here of all places. He tried his best to handle the servants and maids in the castle and ensure they didn’t slip up. Seeing the Alpha here was bad news—it could only mean that one of the servants had greatly upset him and might be dragged to the gallows soon. As he got closer to the Alpha, his eyes widened in surprise at seeing the slave in the Alpha’s arms, but his signature grim look quickly returned. “Get the physician,” Damon ordered.

“The moon goddess?! Haven't goddess Paramethra and goddess Sol been enemies since the dawn of creation?” “Yes, they are, which is why the goddess of Earth took advantage of the situation and devoured the pack, as that is the White Moon pack with all pure white wolves members, but no one survived after the so-called purification of Paramethra. That's why they are called the ghost pack.” “But, given Alpha Chaste's wounds, do you think they returned? Or was goddess Sol able to save some of them? And now they're lurking in our territory, ready to harm our Alpha.”