Astolfo Alter Novels & Stories

And then—she pushed it open. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of medicine and disinfectant. Alfonso sat hunched at the edge of the bed, coughing hoarsely, each wheeze wracking his frail body. His frame had withered to the point of being almost unrecognizable. Skin like parchment, sunken cheeks, and dim eyes that once held command now struggled to stay open. Serena’s heart clenched. The man before her bore no resemblance to the once-vibrant patriarch of the Morales family.

Rafael closed his eyes one more time, and Astrid wanted Azael to regain complete control because watching Rafael in such pain was upsetting to her. "We are almost there, my love. Try focusing on anything else, and then tell me what you see." Astrid asked, refraining from any physical contact. "Flames. There are blue and black flames everywhere," Rafael described the events that he was watching. Soon after, Astrid saw a horrifying version of Rafael. Despite his looks matching Rafael's, they had been changed in every way, making him seem ugly and scary.

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.

He turned and left the interrogation room: "Josiah, don't go too hard. This guy's status isn't ordinary. Just call me when you're done." Josiah waved his hand, and after the interrogation room door closed, he picked up a rubber baton from the side and slammed it hard into Alfonso's abdomen. With a dull thud, Alfonso felt a sharp pain in his stomach, as if struck by a boulder. He doubled over, his face instantly pale, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. "How is it, Alfonso? Am I treating you well enough?" Josiah sneered, raising the rubber baton again. "I'll give you one more chance. Will you confess? My Memory Restoration Spell is quite refined, you know."

Alfonso’s body shape looks odd. “Is it true? Because I don’t remember having an old geezer’s best friend.” Caspian heard a roar, and the next thing he knew was that Alfonso had turned into a werewolf. He was the largest werewolf Caspian had seen so far, even bigger than himself, who was renowned as one of the strongest werewolves on the South Island. “DAMN BITCH!” roared Alfonso. His large, clawed hand grabbed Elora, who was nearby. In the blink of an eye, Elora was already a prisoner of Alfonso. “If you want to survive, get out of here. Leave her.”

Find a comfortable sitting position, then speak again. "If all this time Raphael had been able to use Tristan as his puppet, I could do the same. I'll make that man slowly shift his position to support me and attack Raphael back. For example, Tristan is really just pretending to love my daughter right now, then at a later date, I will bring that young man to his knees and unable to move one bit from Sophia." Alfonso lifted his chin with a sharp grin. His expression showed that he was ready at any moment to receive any attack that Raphael or Tristan would aim at him.

Telof continues, "I got close enough to see him fight. He's definitely weaker than he used to be. His movements were slower. His curse is getting worse." That's something at least. Alfonso might have won this round, but he's still vulnerable. But that means if Alfonso knows that the attack is from me, he will attack me. “We should be prepare for an attack…” I start to speak. “He will surely return the attack.” “No, he won’t,” Telof says. "He never remembers what he did in his wolf form. He was the only one that knew that the attack is from you, no other other person in the knows”

If I don’t leave now, I’ll break down completely. "Now you know the bastard you've been fucking." A snarky voice slices through the moment. Bastian stiffens instantly, his muscles tensing like a coiled spring ready to strike. I turn around, already knowing who it is. Alfonso. He looks so much like Bastian, yet, in my eyes, he doesn’t even come close. Where Bastian is intense, overwhelming in the way that makes my knees weak, Alfonso is just... off. "If you’re so desperate for someone to fuck your pretty cunt, maybe I’ll oblige you. You never know, I might be better," he sneers, flashing me a smile that makes my stomach churn with disgust.

“ Alfredo promised to avenge his lover but ended up being your loyal soldier. I know all about his treachery to my throne. I am just here to collect the end of my bargain, you know what is his promise for his last mission? To find my daughter and bring her here, not knowing that it was your mate.” “ Your just collateral damage, you and your twin.” Alpha Nicholas sighs heavily but still has the strength to shield his body. “ He didn’t do anything wrong,” he pleaded. “ Right, because it’s all your fault that his life is a mess. Alfredo wishes to be a werewolf and in order to do that, he sold his soul to me,” he added before pushing Alpha Nicholas out of Alfredo’s body. It was at that moment th

She was surprised when she saw a flash of pain on Alfonso’s face. He looked at her and took his hands to the dagger as he pulled it out and threw it away. He couldn't believe that the dagger could have such an adverse effect on him. “What did you do?”Alfonso asked Elsa as he staggered and fell on the ground writhing in pain. Elsa immediately retrieved the dagger he had thrown to a corner and watched him struggle to breathe. Alfonso took a last look at the dagger as Elsa held it pointed at him in case he tried to come at her again and that was when he saw the pendant on it.