Astolfo Alter Novels & Stories

It was only getting larger as I saw steam rise. I reached the destination I was running so impatiently to and saw none other than one of the most powerful members of the Midnight Rose. Alister glanced at me and a malicious smile spread across his lips as his hand was dipped into the place where I assume the lake was... The moment I laid my eyes on him, I wanted to rip out his guts and have him tortured into a slow death for what he did to Sierra. I can’t act on impulse though. I transformed out of my wolf form and got a random pair of clothes that Heunace, the beta of the Midnight Rose pack was holding. I covered my lower body with the pant.

Within half a day, wolves across the land knew the truth. Julian, Harper, and Abe were branded as “Oathbreakers” and “Forsaken of the Moon Goddess.” “Chloe! Please—give me one more chance! I’ll give up my Alpha succession, I’ll give up everything—just don’t leave me!” Julian was on his knees, smashing his forehead against the stone floor until blood ran down from the gashes. No one spoke.

“Arturo…” “Do you understand me, Donatello?” I asked, stopping him. I poured myself a glass, taking a sip as I tried to focus on thinking straight. “I want to get to the bottom of things first before we react. And I have to deal with the night anyway. I’ll keep you posted on what we will be doing later. For now, I’ll go and complete my duties as a ‘husband’.” “Whatever you say, Alpha.” He said, and I nodded before hanging up. I stared at the glass that was in my hand for a few seconds, noticing my eyes changing to red as my reflection revealed it in the glass. My wolf raging and making himself known. We’ll get to the bottom of what you are hiding, piccolo lupo.

Not even a whisper of life stirred from within. Of course, it’s quiet, my wolf sneered. We killed all the bastards. Still, something pulled me closer. I moved forward cautiously—then stopped cold. There. Lying flat on his back, pale as death itself. Alfredo? I sprinted toward him. His body was still. Face drained of colour, eyes half-open like they’d frozen in shock. Alfredo, once a man who wore cruelty like a crown, now looked… hideous. Empty.

I ignored them all and tried to shove through the crowd. "Danielle! What drugs are you giving to that wolf to make him act like that!?" I froze and turned towards the man who had yelled the question at me. He aimed the mic toward me. "Alastor is not given any drugs but a calming powder to ensure our safety." I snapped in defense. "Then why did he act like that?" He retorted. "We are unsure why he acts differently towards me than others. We think that he finds me like a pup of his." That was the first thing that came to mind.

They weren't the main switch though, Hent doesn't have the power to control all the switches in the basement. "I repeat. What are you doing here, Astolfo?" It was a faint scent, but Hent identified it clearly. It looks like Astolfo came from a bar and drank bottles of beer there and afterward, he went here. "It's you. Don't you realize how much I sacrificed because of you! You let me become stupid and spoiled you with things that you didn't even deserve! I let you stay in my hotel, have you been treated like a queen. Don't you think I also have a reputation on my own? I'm a model! I created my name and people liked me! I did modeling as a sideline and being a spy because I can't afford to no

Alfonso tried as much as possible to make sure his tone sounded neutral. Talon huffed and puffed, finally seeing he had no choice. “I’ll race you to the clearing, let's see which of us has gotten slower.” Talon waited for Alfonso to tuck his clothes under the tree. They both shifted into their wolves. Talon was considered evil by Madelyn, but his wolf’s fur begged to differ. Talon’s fur was brown, with gray patches on it. His eyes were bloodshot red — Alpha eyes and when the moonlight reflected in them you could see the rings of gold around it.

And I did that. It could be my stupidity but I knew the result would be the same even if I stayed silent. "This arrogance! You're proud of your strength, no? Let me show you where you stand. Let your arrogance churn you into pieces so-called Alpha Fiama. I, Alpha Aren Stuart disown you from this pack", he released a huge howl as I closed my eyes.

"This is nothing like those cheap street products. I had this specially sourced from overseas. You're the first to try it." "Cough, cough..." Once released, Alfonso began to cough violently, his chest heaving, his face flushed from the effort. Despite the coughing, his eyes remained icy. He could clearly feel a warm current rising from his abdomen, spreading through his veins to every part of his body. His once-clear mind was gradually shrouded in a thin haze. "Triston." Alfonso clung to his last shred of clarity. "I will never let you get away with this."

He was referring to me. “Nothing, Rafael,” I replied curtly. He slowly turned, his eyes now locked on mine, a silent intensity in his stare. “Tell me what happened, Alessandra. My friend is acting like the devil himself. He’s not the same Stavros. He had changed, but not for the better.” With a furious glare, he spat out the words, “He’s acting like the devil’s reincarnation.” And now they’re blaming me. I scoffed mentally. I glared back. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I snapped with a scowl.