Alastor X Vox Comic Novels & Stories

Harry chortled. “But I gotta say, never seen anyone fight like that before. I mean, is she an assassin or something? How about one of those 'monster' mercenaries? Weren’t they supposed to be modern ninjas or something? Everyone's literally staring at her though but I mean, who wouldn’t?” Alastor rambled as he scratched his head bashfully, still amazed by what he saw. Then he noticed his friends staring at him. “What?” Alastor asked. “Oh no, Mr. Nyx,” Harry exclaimed with an exaggerated British accent as he pretended to take down notes in the air, “Do continue. We’d love to hear you simp!”

We turn into the hotel grounds and the cars slow toward the entrance, and Enzo immediately squeezes forward into the gap again with a phone angled toward me showing a live feed of the ballroom interior. "Flamingo is still talking to the tattooed guy," he reports. "Big. Very inked. Orlov is not in the room yet." I glance at the feed. Then back at the road. "Flamingo." "Codename," Dante says, with the tone of someone explaining something obvious. "The Greek Princess is the Flamingo. Orlov is the Chipmunk." He pauses. "You are the Italian Stallion." Something happens in my chest that I cannot fully contain before it reaches my face. It is not a smile. It is adjacent to one. It escapes before I

Comes a voice from inside one of the cubicles. "Right, I'd keep it quiet. I mean, I'd tell you guys, obvs, but no one else." Says another. "So it could be literally anyone, like, who is going to say no to Abaddon? Even if he wasn't the Alpha's son he's still hot as hell." The first girl waves her hands in front of her face and Dina keeps me firmly in place, listening in when Ana tries to pull me back outside. "You wouldn't say no to the Alpha either." One girl cackles, nudging her friend. "You're gagging for his wrinkly old cock."

Suddenly, Lucian howled and Tobias’s gammas alongside Kael’s wolves rushed forward. The battle exploded into chaos. It didn’t last long. Darius’s rogues never stood a chance. They were overrun within the hour, hunted down with Lucian's ruthlessness. ________________ Months Later The war was over. The Phantom Order now operated under new guidance, Lucian's and Aria's. He was finally crowned the Alpha of Alphas and beside him stood Aria, dressed in black, her eyes lined with kohl. She was the Luna of Bloodfang pack. Lucian turned to her, took her hand.

Fiama I felt the earth beneath me sliding away. My gaze iced on him as he walked towards me with a bunch of staff after him. "There's Aren Stuart", Beta President whispered near my ears. "And you won't believe that he is too a werewolf, Alpha king of Blue moon pack"

So as we all stare in anticipation at this man that seems to find this exciting, I am near damn ready to slap him. "Out with it, boy." "Now for calling me a boy, I shall gladly feed you to it." He but pauses for a few brief moments, "Oh, but I forgot you are already dead." Well, this is only a Vampire Hunter joke for Anastasia; Lestat and I do not find this amusing whatsoever. And as expected, they are just about to carry on with their laughter at our expense, so I rudely interrupt them. "So how do we kill this monstrosity. In fact, what do you even call it?"

Pocco said, his friend, trying to comfort him, yet he kept spacing out and not focusing on what Pocco was telling him. “Blake?” he yelled, it vibrated inside his ears which waken up his senses; and brought him back to reality, he turned around his chair and faced him. “You’re breaking my eardrums, Pocco,’’ he whispered as he rubbed his ears, his sense of being a vampire was extraordinary, he could hear even a whisper, and Pocco’s screamed definitely hurt his ears. Pocco sighed in relief when he finally caught his friend’s attention. “Well, stop spacing out there, I’m worried about you.’’ he frowned.

"You know that it is in your best interest not to lie to me." "Fine." I huff as I am about to toss the damn thing out of the window, yet I continue, "Roberto does perhaps got a case of Blood Lust." "Perhaps? Or does he?" "He does. We are on our way to find him. Alatar is with us at present to show us where we can find him." "Who the fuck is Alatar." I cannot help but chuckle, for I know already what the man's reaction is going to be. "Alatar is a Warlock."

That same unease. But I ignored it and nodded. “We’ve done enough tonight,” I said. “Let's leave.” We left the forest and got to the vehicles. Entering it we drove into the night. But as the forest swallowed us whole, I couldn’t stop thinking about the wolves in those tubes. Their empty eyes. Their silent screams. And the monster who made them. Alastor. Soon… I would make him scream too.

It is now showing Aleister sitting on a chair while facing the camera. “Hi, good evening to everyone who’s watching. I am Aleister and I am here to clear everything on the news. Earlier today, a news broke out saying that I am a vampire while my girlfriend is a werewolf, and I am here to clarify that. Yes, the accusations are true, I am a vampire and Madison is a werewolf.” People in the cinema gasped and it became nosier as people started gossiping. Some started standing up to leave the cinema but the doors are all closed.