Alastor X Vox Fanart Novels & Stories

Those green orbs normally held so many mysteries, but right now they burned for me. Alastor’s mouth descended on his mark. He sucked and nibbled, causing a tidal wave of pleasure to wash over me. I gasped as an orgasm shook through me. It was like tangling up a bunch of Christmas lights inside you and then blowing a fuse. His attack didn’t cease as I screamed out in pleasure, if anything it encouraged him. His thrusts got more and more violent. His mouth aimed to bruise his mark. Water sprayed up against my back.

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.

Allistair dipped the tip of his brush into the paint, nodding slowly. "With you reminding me, how could I? Feeling a sense of contentment, Allistair finished his painting and when he looked at it. He was taken aback of what he painted absentmindedly while talking to his inner wolf. It was the painting of King Samael's face Well fuck me! He cussed silently while his wolf echoed the same words in his mind Feeling irritated he left his sanctuary and teleported to the living room, where his family awaited.

But there was more than that. "You don't understand, Abu. It was fate!" Stephan stated. "Fate?! What do you mean?" Zanea interrupted. Stephan looked at Kram and Kram nodded his head to him, allowing him to send the message. "There is a prophecy," Stephan paused for a while and Abu could see the fear in his eyes. He sharpened his gazes at him and asked, "What is the prophecy about?" Stephan took a deep breath and braced himself, "There once a prophecy that there would be an angel who will soon mate a vampire and will bear a vampire-angel hybrid, who will multiply their lineage and will create a massive war among all creatures and all will fight for life and death."

He asked, glaring at me, and I smiled, my smile both cold and sarcastic as I fought back punching the man in the face. “The same fucking game that you are putting me through, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.” I said, keeping my eyes on his. “You seem to forget that I am not the human that you want to toy around with before throwing aside, and I am not the Luna that is fighting for your attention. You and your fucking attention can rot in hell, as for your Lycan…” “I did not send Alaric to you, Valerie.” He said, and I scoffed.

Their heads snapped in the direction of the sound, and they jogged over to him. "The moon goddess!" Hilda held her chest, and the future alpha wrinkled his nose in disgust at the petrifying sight his eyes beheld. A woman lay on her back, and her mouth was hung open as if she was screaming before she was killed. Her sockets were ridden of eyeballs, and blood stained its way down her cheeks. Duncan felt sick in the gut, he held a fist to his mouth and coughed once the stench of her decaying open stomach filled his nostrils.

He readjusted his glasses and sipped the cocktail, relishing its taste. “How long it’s been since you tasted the fresh hunt, Star?” “There he goes!” She mumbled under her breath and rolled her eyes at him. “You also know that it’s necessary for you, Star. Tension and the temperature rise is the deadly combination for a young vampire.” Alpha Eric’s ears perked up at this code wording, he got up from his table and sat with them. “What is harmful for little one?” King Casper nodded and explained to him. “It’s a reaction...”

“No, you are not crazy,” Alastor said about to take a step forward towards her but seeing the expression of wonderment, confusion and wariness on her face, he sighed and stayed put, “Please brace yourself for what you are going to see next.” He said and then taking a deep breath in he closed his eyes and opened it again when Vevina saw that they were once again pitch black. She wanted to ask what was the trick that he was using to do it when she saw that Alastor’s hands that had been hanging on both his sides slowly started shaking. The nails elongated along with the fingers as hair sprouted out covering his wrist and the rest of it slowly started looking more and more like that of a beast’s

Proserpina scoffed, swatting his hands away from her, “Quit it. I don't do hugs–” Alastor suddenly dropped forward like a tidal wave threatening to pull her down with him, arms wrapping around her waist. He was practically a koala–a six foot tall koala–as he all but threw himself on her, legs sprawled uselessly on the ground and all of his weight bearing down on her. She gave him her driest, blankest stare, eyes boring holes down at his stupidly smiling face, “Happy now?” Alastor simply hummed, nuzzling her stomach contentedly, a strange vibrating sort of noise coming from his chest… and forget the comparison about a koala or the fact that he is technically a wolf, he reminded her of a giant