Alastor X Vox Comic Novels & Stories

She had already confessed enough to justify what would happen next. “At the bonfire, Xander promised you that you would pray for death if you ever did anything to his Luna again. Do you remember?” She scoffed and shrugged her shoulder. “Xander’s not fucking here anymore, now is he?” Just then, the door to the room burst open, and in walked Xander, pure hate and ferocious rage rolling off him in waves. His eyes were jet black, his canines had extended, and his claws were protruding from his fingertips. Alastair was taking control, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him.

My mate slapped my ass, and the crowd went wild. "Please don't," I yelled. "Take your clothes off, Dennis," Alastor ordered. "No, Alpha, he's just a boy," Fitzroy begged, grabbing onto Alastor's hand. Alastor's eyes darted to where Fitzroy's hand was. "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SCUM!." Venom, Alastor's wolf was at the forefront. I couldn't look, so I closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same with my ears.

Instead, the castle exploded into chaos. The first scream pierced through the air, followed by the unmistakable clash of steel and the shattering of glass somewhere down the corridor. Lucien’s head snapped toward the door, his body going instantly rigid. “What was that?” I demanded, heart pounding. Before he could answer, the scent hit me. Cold and metallic. Vampires. Lucien swore under his breath and rushed over to unshackle my chains, spinning toward the door just as it burst inward. Wood splintered, shards flying, and a figure lunged through the opening with inhuman speed, eyes glowing red in the low light.

I needed to act fast. "Well, too bad, I'm going to kill you and still have time to get to her." I said boldly. I saw that the wounds I had instilled on him had completely healed up. What a nuisance. I decided to go offensive. I attacked him with my demon powers, gradually overpowering him. He was gradually getting weaker and I could see his magic breaking away. That wasn't my doing. I saw Anya at a safe distance creating a wormhole that was sucking in his powers.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

Aleister said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “She wouldn’t even let me go to school. My only friend was this old hag.” Angelica elbowed Astra in an attempt to be funny. “Ha, Ha you did know my real age till a few days ago.” Astra rolled her eyes with a dry laugh. “I am extremely thirsty. Can we leave this place?” Aleister asked as his throat began to dry up. “Oh, of course, let's get going.” Astra agreed as she pulled an orb from her bag and tossed it at the closed end of the mausoleum. Once the portal settled, they rushed in.

He made a move to come closer. “Stay back!” I flinched back, eyeing him warily. “You haven’t told me what you are yet. A wolf…man?” He stopped. “A vampire, Evanora, and you’re one too.”

“She’s untamed.” “And she used it against me?” “Your blood reacted. Don't bond with the wrong mate, I beg you, Alpha.” the old man pleaded. A thunderous growl escaped Kael's throat. He turned, storming out without another word. Back at the gateside, Alaric was waiting with a prisoner in tow. “Found her,” he muttered, pulling off the blindfold. Madam Vexa's lips were sewn in a frown, defiant and furious. She didn't know how she ended up there.

The sound grew distant as though somebody was walking past above her head, and then bright sunlight suddenly burned her eyes almost as badly as the rope was burning her skin. She shied away from the chink of sunlight that beamed in through the open doorway at the top of a flight of stairs and averted her face from it, snarling at whomever’s shadow had been cast over the staircase. “Well, well, look who’s awake,” came an oddly familiar voice, and memory came flooding back to her in such a rush that she instantly jerked in outrage and turned to glare at the Italian werewolf who was making his way down the staircase toward her. His footsteps were languid and confident and even with the harsh su

Alvira, his betrothed, stood beside him, a picture of icy elegance. Rygan ripped off his shirt, revealing the intricate black moon inked on his chest. A guttural growl ripped from his throat, the sound echoing through her soul. Then, with a sickening crack of bone, flesh morphed into fur. His transformation was swift, breathtakingly brutal.