Alastor X Vox Novels & Stories

I spat, letting my hair tumble down in waves from my ponytail. Alpha Morax, the man who I both loved and hated, raised a single brow at me. He sniffed the air once, surprise coloring his face. I wasn't sure why his eyes darkened not only seconds later, but he closed the distance fast. Before I knew it, blows were being traded between us. Unlike Miqella who dodged and paraded around me like an overwhelming shadow, Morax took me head-on. It was as if he was an indomitable shield, pushing back my attacks with no resistance at all.

he suggested, but I was simply shaken. “How do you find a creature that may be dead?” I sarcastically inquired. “What do you mean?” He was taken aback by the question. "I stabbed her with my arrow head, which has a silver blade, and only a miracle can save her,” I say irritably as I pour wine into my cupboard. I stirred it by silently moving the glass and watching the liquid ripple in time with the movement of my hand. “Alpha, there's a woman here in the North border who claims to be carrying medicine that can cure you,”Alkane, my Omega, reported through our mind link.

I immediately approached the man. "Is that true what you said earlier?" I asked vehemently. "Hah? Who are you?" asked the man confused. Hayley immediately approached us. She pulled me back a little."He's my acquaintance, Leo. So Mr. Eriksen, is it true about what you said earlier?”Hayley asked the man. “Yes, if I'm not mistaken they found an injured female vampire. They chased until a castle that turned out to be a den of vampires." "When did they attack the vampire?" I asked carefully.

“I have nothing left to lose. If I die, I will bring you all with me.’ Alastor’s eyes start to glow silver and at first I am confused at what he is doing, but I soon realize he is trying to use all the elemental powers at once. This will surely kill him. Kat begins to wrap vines around Alastor to try and keep him in place, I send ice spears that pierce several parts of his body. Alastor cries out in pain but still calls on all his powers.

"You will be punished for it. " Suddenly he froze. Fragrance.... The scent of blood hit his nostrils. He saw Tashfa lying face down. Why was he seizing himself? Why was he testing himself? He could irrigate himself from her blood but there was something that was stopping him. "Zami" he muttered as he walked away and immediately Zami appeared. He was at his service. "Get her out of here, No harm to her" He stopped talking. Zami's changing color and tightly pursed lips was a sign that he was barely in control.

His black feathers decreased gradually to his back. I could see the sword as its non-ordinary edge shines at his chest. "Am sorry Ajax, Go back to hell!" He said as he revokes his sword from his chest. Alex fell on the floor after he was finally released. Ajax rotted into gleaming beams as its harsh light moved into the Atmosphere. The disintegration was done before I could finally see the sword holder. "It was the director...Lucifer"

Ashr patted my hand asking me what was wrong. "I keep getting pictures of him in my mind," I growled bitterly and Ashr explained that it was because he marked me with his venom. "It messes with your brain and basically keeps you only focused on your mate," he mumbled. "Harko, my ex abuser did the same thing to me. Bit me, inserted venom and said we were mates. I felt tingles all over not realizing that it was his venom flowing through my bloodstream and believed his bellsa (alien for bullshit)." I was frowning as I chewed. I was beginning to think Dregs was just a lying piece of crap that used me.

It was carved with strange symbols that made my head hurt if I looked at them too long. "You are the Alpha?" she asked. Her voice was like music, but a scary kind of music. It was a melodic, chilling rasp that made the hair on my arms stand up. It felt like a soft hand and a sharp knife at the same time. "I am Alpha Theron," I said, stepping closer. As I got near her, a violent, magnetic pull hit me in the stomach. It was so strong I almost fell over. My wolf, who had been sleeping and sad for five years, suddenly woke up. He started howling inside my head. MATE! MATE! MATE!

The room reeked of smoke and cooked meat, layered with something more primal, more alive. The walls bore the weight of history—tapestries depicting hunts, wars, conquests. The chandeliers, crafted from antlers, cast flickering shadows across the long wooden table where werewolves dined with unrestrained vigor. Flesh tore. Bones cracked. Growls wove through conversations spoken in guttural tones. She felt the stares, the unspoken disdain. Human. Outsider. Prey. At the head of the table sat Adolphus. He radiated command, his dark hair falling in a wild mane, red eyes pinning her like she was a curiosity rather than a hostage.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.