Alastor X Vaggie Novels & Stories

The texture was silky, and I liked the scent of her shampoo. Her hands flew to my chest as she tried to push me away. "It looks like you have an obsession with my chest," I teased, and she glared at me. "Back off," she snarled, and I took a step back. "I think we've had enough fun. Let's go," I said, taking hold of her arm. She tried to remove her hand from my grasp, but my grip was firm. She was so stubborn, and I knew how interesting this would be. The moon goddess knew what she was doing when she gave me Lael as my mate.

"Yes, yes!" Angel screamed, her fingernails elongating into claws as she dragged her fingers over the rug, leaving deep gouges in the expensive material. Still Layon continued until he heard her panting as though she couldn't take much more. He'd lost count of how many times she'd cliJasoned and the lazy-eyed, sated expression upon her face told him he'd done his job well. With one more thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, spilling his essence into her, hoping that one day it might take root and they might produce the next alpha of the Silverdale pack.

The air inside was warm, a little heavy with the scent of mint and something faintly sweet. I moved to the living room and sat on the far end of the couch. She didn’t join me right away. She walked over to the window, pulling back the curtain to look out at the dark trees. “You okay?” I asked. “Define ‘okay.’” I waited. She let the curtain fall and turned toward me. “You’re a vampire.” I nodded. She didn’t flinch. “And Sienna’s a witch. And Isaac too?” I nodded again. “Same as me. Just more annoying.”

I ask, trying to keep my emotions in check. "Seven months." I hate little crotch goblins—never imagined myself having one—but jealousy and anger still bubble beneath the surface. Isaac Carter was the first man to fuck her, to breed her. Lucky motherfucker. That was supposed to be me. But Niko and I made a pact when we were teenagers: since we both liked her, neither of us could have her. "She looks like you. Got your curls." Alyssa smiles weakly. "Yeah, she does."

Vevian had suddenly become too strong for him. Alastor watched the slight hesitation on his face and fake courage that he showed and knowing the he was truly just a wimp he shifted into his wolf and jumped over him making Vlad move out of his way and try to kick his back but Alastor had already predicted that attack kicking back his hind legs he made Vlad go crashing into the coffee table, breaking it under his weight.

Casper stomped his feet on the ground and yelled hysterically. “We are the Vampires, Royals, cousins, and soulmates. What else do you need for a compatible couple? You are my Queen, picked by the Goddess Sanguis. Charlotte! Come back to our world and accept your fate. I have done so much for you, why can’t you just choose me?” He slashed his arm and stalked towards her dangerously. “You are mine. Even you cannot deny my love for you.” “You have gone crazy. Leave!” Casper kept her head in a place and fed his venom forcefully, Alpha Eric couldn’t lift his claw to save his mate. The high dosage of the concentrated wolfs-bane immobilized his warrior wolf, even he was frozen to the spot in his wo

All she wanted to do was to escape these cold-blooded monsters. "She is my mate." Alastair proclaimed, and Chelsea perceived feelings of embarrassment and resentment in his tone of voice. "And that's the explanation why you stink." replied Reagan. It was a plus point to him that werewolves stink when someone else touches their mates sensually. Alastair had to exert a lot of willpower to keep himself from punching Reagan in the face. "Right? Therefore, you should be sure not to touch her again." Reagan shook his head, disagreed, constructing more sarcasm in his gaze and tone. "It would be better if she becomes my sex doll, instead of being a machine to you to vent your anger on."

I said flatly, trying to get straight to the point. “Clearly,” he replied with a raised brow. “you may Speak Alpha” I stepped forward. “Four of my warriors were found dead in the forest, with their hearts ripped out and No trace of a wolf, No natural predator, no scent or clues But there was one thing…” I let the silence drag. Then dropped it. “—a vampire trespasser was caught Three days before a body was found, and the prisoner escaped, he had Crimson Crescent markings. My brides clan.” The tension snapped through the room.

His gray eyes now replaced with deep scarlet, as if flood of blood pooled on those. “If your goal is to free it through me, you are utterly mistaken. Only the summoner can break the spell that bound it.” Marcus only stared at her without saying anything. None of the vampires ever moved did. Kaleen’s eyes went to the Manik’s direction, a creature so foul and huge that its exposed skin stretched from its elongated face down to its four legs. It could be likened into a werewolf but viler…and deadlier. Its whitened eyes stared directly at her, hungered for the blood that coursed through her.

Someone rings the doorbell and she says she will go see who it is, minutes passed and I didn't hear any sound, at least a conversation, I got up from the bed calling Madi's aunt, but she didn't answer me, I went downstairs and I was paralyzed when I saw her on the floor unconscious. —Ana!... Ana!.... She starts to react, I ask her what happened and she told me that a guy was on the porch and then he hit her.... —So you're Rosalie's Doppelgänger. Well, I guess Antton has kept the deal after all. A lump forms in my throat. —What deal?