Bald Alastor Novels & Stories

"They kill people in their sleep, and they're targeting everyone in the temple. Barren tried warning the elders once, but they didn't take him seriously. I need you to warn them again." "Me? Why?" Alphonze demands, his gaze shifting to confusion. "Why can't you?" "Because I'm stuck here." I sigh. "My body is..." how to explain? "No longer my own." I guess he would understand since he was close with Uncle Silas and knew all about the Lancaster curse. "Ayla," Alphonze pushes. "What happened? Tell me." "Times up," Barren calls. "He's about to wake up." Nodding, I give Alphonze one more look and then slowly get up.

Only one car load would be staying with the Northern Star pack, the other was strictly for protective purposes--another worrisome detail. A young man in his early twenties stepped up, his chestnut hair grazed his shoulders. His face looked ageless, and held a certain degree of friendliness that was overshadowed by a thin scar that ran through his eyebrow. The man radiated authority, and I knew without asking that this man was the Alpha.

he managed to choke out before hastily turning around– And very nearly slammed face-first right into... “WINTERS, HI!” Alastor exclaimed, smiling with all the warmth of the shining sun, the anger he'd just felt fading away now that they were standing face to face. Had he been sober, he would have been mortified with his sudden mood swings. Maybe bipolar disorder is a new side-effect for having a mate? Ah, what the fuck. Who the ever flying fuck cares? His mate was here!

If that wasn’t suspicious then nothing was. Josh was currently nestled between two guys much bigger than him, making him appear tiny. The guy on the right looked like a real playboy, a smirk coaxing his pretty-boy face. The guy on the left, however, was the complete opposite. This group was already tall as it is, yet this guy was ginormous and it didn’t help that he had a sick scar running across his face. Was this dude even supposed to be in high school? Were any of them really? Sure, they looked young but something about them made them seem much older than perceived. “Hey, I’m Alaster.”

In that moment Ally felt like an object. A blinding light appeared and as the light died she could make out a figure. It was a massive and winged. A pair of human feet walked over the glass towards them and seemed to leave the owner unaffected. Ally instinctively put the little boy behind her and began walking away from what was now two men. A demon and a black winged angel. “It was me, Gabriel. Leader of the army of heaven.” His voice boomed. She had never seen two better looking men in the same room.

‘A win for you is a win for me,’ Juanzo was saying, ‘We can’t let that blond prick win. ‘Agreed.’ Derith replied. In the next instance, there wasn’t just one Hind, but four. ‘What the fuck?!’ Alastor growled, his head whipping around, trying to keep track of the true Hind as the copies zipped back and forth. In his state of confusion, a puff of fire billowed into his face. Letting out a yelp, he dropped down on his belly and flattened his ears. He cringed as heat seared along his back. Juanzo pinned him by the scruff of his neck before he could recover.

The ringing sound of the doorbell follows. “Coming!” I get up and head to the door to find out who it is and what the person wants. I can't think of anyone who will be at the door this late at night. “How can I help you?” I question, scanning the unfamiliar figure I meet behind the door. His All-black clothing makes me instantly suspicious of him. “Are you Valery Hale?” The stranger asks back with his hands behind his back. How does he know my name? “Yes. How can I help you?” I ask again, still trying to decode his intentions.

one man shouted from the crowd and everyone listened carefully for their Alpha's reply. Jake nodded "Tradition allows me to keep my true mate as second but Bella will be the lunar as per Avalon law." "Bullshit!,you are crazy if you think I will ever stand for this!"I screamed at him and everyone gasped at how disrespectful I was being to their Alpha but I didnt give two shits about him. I had finally accepted it, werewolf supernatural life wasn't for me. I was stupid to ever think it was for me.

He stared at me and walked straight towards me. Dakota got infront of me and growled. He stopped but kept starting at me. I heard bones crack and there stood the most power Alpha in the world. Alpha Alcander. He smirked in his naked glory and growled. "Mate."

I retorted " It's impossible to have a second mate, I don't think the moon goddess would grant a monster like me a second chance mate" " I know you don't want to believe she is your mate because of how impossible it sounds, maybe the goddess did grant you a second chance mate" He glared at me " we are not having this conversation again" Vincent Cole Regnant is the alpha king and is my best friend. He is the king of all Lycans and werewolves and is feared amongst the supernatural, he is even well known in the human world. My sister Scarlet was his mate, she was the most powerful witch, and after her death, he became so cold, arrogant and ruthless.