Alastor X Vox Comic Novels & Stories

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.

He glanced down at me before looking up at him again. "What do I want? Oh, that's an easy question. Give me back my land that you stole from me. That also includes all the females you stole from me and my pup." He snapped. Alastor growled in response. One of the wolves leaped for him and Alastor jumped at him in response. He wrapped around the scranny wolf and before I knew it, he was standing on top of me again. The lifeless wolf thudded against the ground and Alastor spat something from his mouth. Silence followed the small gasps. The wolf's throat was torn out, his eyes rolled back into his head and blood dripped from his lips. I recoiled away from the sight, hiding my eyes in my sleeve.

The smell of decay and despair hung heavily in the air, and I could barely see through the dimly lit hallways. “Get up, Alastor,” I growled when we reached his cell. “We have some questions for you.” Alastor slowly got up from the ground, his fur matted and his eyes bloodshot from the torture he suffered. "What do you want from me?" he spat. “We want information,” Max growled, anger bristling. “We know your brother is planning something big against our pack. We need to know what it is.” Alastor's eyes darted between us. “I'm not going to talk,” he finally said, his voice shaking.