Novel & Cerita Alastor X Sir Pentious

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.

Shadowy ropes began to appear at the corners of my bed, and they attached themselves to my arms and legs. "You look beautiful, my love. Like a delicious offering waiting to be consumed by me." I sobbed as each of the shadows went to the bed and pulled the shadowy ropes attached to my limbs. It was both embarrassing and terrifying being spread eagle despite having clothes on. "Hmm. Rian did a good job choosing the offering." "L-Lord, please help me." I began to pray silently as the six shadows hissed in unison. "You need to learn how to shut up, you whore!"

His tone was measured, precise, as if everything had returned to normal. “A werelike. Just like the report said,” Priest Anon said. “And?” Alpha Kael raised a brow. “Well, this was why I was sent here,” the priest said. “So, that is the reason. Well, get started then.” Alpha Kael replied without any hint of reverence. “The faster you resolve it, the faster you’ll leave.” His voice carried easily, making the tension in the room turn up. A priest of the Moon was someone needed to be respected by everyone. Hearing Alpha Kael’s tone and response made a lot of people uncomfortable. But contrary to their expectation, Priest Anon was not offended.

I called her name again, but the moaning and the whimpers didn’t stop. Patrea came and grabbed the phone. I wanted not to give it to her, but her force was too strong, and she was able to take it from me. “Althea!” She yelled. Her eyes watered as she looked at Lucius. They stared at each other, and I was sure they were communicating through their mental connection. A devil’s smirk tugged on his mouth as he took the phone from her. “Let me introduce you to the underworld’s prince of deception, Alastor of Athwart.”

He nibbled on my ears. I jingled my head, “I'm fine, I just…” “Just what?” He whispered. I raised my head to look at him, “Want to remain like this… with you.” His eyes darkened, I could feel the sadness he was trying hard to hide, “I know you are trying to hold me down Melonie,” Alastor blurted out, “You are stopping me from getting to the Witch… because of your boyfriend, Arwan; you want him to get the sword before me.”

Harlow clawed at Alastair’s spine until he groaned in pain and failed to punch Harlow’s back. The next seconds passed like that. The power of my vision combined with Harlow’s super speed created a deadly combo for Alastair. Even though he was physically stronger, Alastair was badly beaten, with painful wounds all over his body. “Damn you!” Alastair growled on the floor. His breath was heavy, and he spat blood from his mouth. “Just give up. We will banish Lucifer from this world forever. Maybe the Moon Goddess will forgive you if you repent,” said Harlow to him.

“Don’t scream. Don’t draw attention. Just read.” I snatched the note, tore it open. The handwriting wasn’t Gregor’s. It was jagged, hurried. Xander’s. He’s been taken. Black Fang. Dungeon. Council will parade him today. The bait still stands. Trust no one. ***** “I demand to know,” I said, rising from my seat with every ounce of Margaux’s poise I could muster, “on what grounds you dare arrest Alpha Gregor.” My voice carried, sharp as a whip crack. The chamber hushed. All those silks and smug faces turned toward me. The Queen leaned back, her lips curving into that poisonous smile that made me want to claw it right off her face.