Alastor X Sir Pentious Novels & Stories

Lucius asked without looking back. Simon was previously Lucien’s right-hand demon and was then assigned to be the main demon of Athwart in our absence. "[We found Prince Alastor, my king. He was taken and chained to the dungeon. Would you like to meet him now?]” Simon stated, and Lucius turned around to face him, taking me with him. "[Yes. Go ahead and make room for us in there. Make sure he is isolated from the rest.” Simon didn’t answer but tipped his head down before disappearing.

She looked confused at first and with the sudden change in power stances she asked, “W-What are you doing?” “I don’t think your mouth is clean enough Vevina, I think it needs something special in it to remind it who it belongs to,” Alastor said, taking her hand and placing it atop his pants that he still hadn’t changed out of. “But I don’t like it,” she said, distracted from the numerous blowjobs she had given to the others. “I don’t want to do it.” Alastor knew what had happened and he knew how much this particular stance hurt her. He had therefore never tried to get her to give him a blow job but he believed that if he pushed her a little more today she would be able to overcome another on

Because Hector had not given up any information on his contact, he’d live to see freedom. This pack was full of fools. Everything went down around them, and no one was the wiser. He was laughing at them the whole time. Who comes and asks straight up for his contact’s name? How did they expect to find the ghost? Now Hector watched the two NARC fools arguing on the other side of the glass. Thank the gods he couldn’t hear them. They were idiots and knew nothing. They possessed no actual information on any connection Hector possessed. Once he was away from here and comfortable, he’d come back and kill them all. One by one, make them all suffer. His sister would be the last to die. Just because h

I would rather lift my dress and dance bare-skinned in front of the High Council Judgment Hall on a sacred Sunday while howling a rogue war song. I shoot a panicked look at Lestat, then glance back at the heavy wooden door. Creepier is definitely still out on the stone path searching for my scent. Creepy could be circling the block right now. Worse yet, Tristan could be running toward this very building with a pack of warriors to force my mark onto the license. But can I really ask a High Alpha to go along with this madness? He might just push me away— "No," Lestat growls softly to the woman, his voice thick with the poison.

she opened a scroll that she had with her and gestured for the historian to bring ink. After a few minutes, the elders had signed their allegiance and stamped it with their seal and blood. Kostis was the last person to stamp his blood, when he looked over at Drac and said "I see you do not care for such things. You must not understand the importance of such a powerful ally." "Oh, but I do," Drac gave him a sardonic smile "I am already friends with that amortal." "What? You are?" Mathias asked, surprised.

Fiercely, his strong arms encircled mine and he forcefully yanked me away as though I was worth nothing. He stood straight and his next words reeled me back. “I Alpha Jacob son of Alpha Swan and Luna Lola of the Starlit park reject you Caroline Ashton as my mate hereby stripping you of all the rights and privileges bestowed upon a Luna—” “You shouldn't do that” a voice echoed in the darkness.

The man left the room and another man entered. “The witches have been waiting for you, Your Highness,” said the man who had just entered. “Good, it’s time. Send them in.” The man bowed respectfully and left the room. Shortly after, several men dressed all in black entered. Alastor looked at the few people and smiled. “Welcome, my allies.” *** Tadariez

She gasped as she looked up to me. “Flowers. Moon flower.” “You’ve been bewitched.” I tilted my head. “It’s a spell that works based on a scent.” Lyra said. “Explain.” I tightened my grip on her hand. “Unless it breaks.” Lyra’s eyes darted to her hand and back to my face. Her black shaded lips were barely parted, revealing perfect teeth and a lush tongue. “It’s a spell. It is cued by a particular scent. Why else would she smell like that even though she never has strawberries around?”

Worse, she honestly had no idea how to deal with a drunk– Alastor suddenly pulled away, standing upright now, staring at her with his dark chocolate brown eyes, his bottom lip shaking and sticking out. All in all, he looked like he was about to burst into tears. Wait a minute... Why was Alastor even making that face?! ‘Uh-oh...’ “All I wanted,” his voice cracked, “...was to be with you.” Later, the goddess of shadows will deny to anyone and everyone–especially Thanatos–who'd ever dare to ask, even under torture, that Proserpina’s jaw most certainly did not dropped in that one moment.

He then looks up into my eyes and whispers lowly,”You smell like him, like danger. He winks at me and nods.Toni couldn’t hear with his human hearing and that was exactly the point. “Darius, that is quite kind but I can manage. If I need your assistance I do know where you are” I nod at him, giving a slight bow and he blushes. I didn’t know vampires could blush. I close the door and look at the package. The beautiful scrolling script says “To Azalea ‘Zelle’” and nothing else. The writing is beautiful, elegantly written by a skilled hand. I smile as I take the box to the bathroom and lock the door.