Bald Alastor Novels & Stories

He looked at me, a sinister look in his eyes—the first I had ever seen. "Thank you for freeing me. Until we meet again, your majesty," He said, turning back around, pulling Alastair close to him. "I am Balthazar, and you will feel my wraith." He whispered into Alastair's ear, his voice dark and demonic. My hair stood on end. Erik wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close.

"We need to go back." "I can't. I can't look at him again." "You don't have to. But we need to stay together right now." We walked back to the study. My mom was sitting on the floor now. Crying. The blood on her hands had started to dry. Adrian pulled out his phone and dialed. Put it on speaker. "911, what's your emergency?" "There's been a murder," Adrian said. His voice was steady now. Controlled. "Alpha Kael of the Silver Moon Pack. He's been killed in his home."

It only took a couple thousand years for them to claw their way back up to the surface and this time around it picked a creative way to get back at him. …………… “Stand down wolf!” The protector warned as he strutted into the temple of the moon goddess in his wolf form, ignoring her warning. He got close enough within talking range before he transformed into his human form. “The supreme alpha…” she said aloud a she recognised him, “you have a lot of nerve showing your face here” “I have more than nerves..” he responded, “I am sure you know why I am here.” “Stop this madness now And go home. Things do not need to get any worse than. It already is.” The protector, Terra pleaded.

A deep voice spoke, and I froze. I turned my face to the side to see a man, staring out the window, his back to me. He was tall, blonde hair brushed back, and long sleeve shirt that hugged his body tightly. But what caught my attention was his physique— he looked oddly familiar, even though his voice was not. "Who are you?" I managed to ask. "How long have you been here? Why am I drugged?" I heard him laugh, and the sound send chills down my spine. "How many questions do you have for me, sweetheart?" Now he turned sideways. "If you must know, I am Alastor."

I’m running my fingers through her hair, talking to her when the doctors come back in. “Alpha. I think we know why Angel isn’t healing like she should be.” I gently remove myself from the bed. “Well?” “We believe that Alessia is directing her strength elsewhere, rather than healing our Luna.” He says, handing me a piece of paper. I read it and read it again. “Are you sure?” “Yes Alpha. Luna is pregnant and we think Alessia is using her strength to protect the pup, which is why she is taking so long to heal.” Angel is pregnant. I’m going to be a father!

I smirked as I walked through the battle field to the front. “You don’t deserve to live!!” I said my voice heavy. He tried to break free as I held him in the sky. “ You are responsible for the death of everyone in Silver Crest Pack, both young and old and you shall die for your sins for it’s wages is DEATH!!” I looked back to glance at his warriors as they drop their weapons, those that has shifted stopped attacking. “DISIPAR!!” I said and immediately, the Alpha of Red Moon screamed out in agony before dissipating leaving no remnants of him.

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

“He was trying to get a reaction out of the pack. He believed that if anyone called you, that you would be leaving the basement to…” “Fuck,” Alvize said, stopping me. I frowned in confusion only to notice that he rushed out of the room without saying a word. My heart raced against my ribcage, and it wasn’t until I heard low growls rumbling through the walls of the Estate that I understood and realized what happened. The fucking Lycan had set the demon free…

“Not so fast.” We look up and see Alastor in his human form. He has a malicious grin as I see his eyes turn red. He is going to cook us alive. As he prepares to throw a fireball at us he is struck in the shoulder with an ice spear. He growls and glares at Maliyah. “Wait your turn my dear niece.”

“What’s wrong?” “I need you.” Bast’s voice cracked. “What is it?” “Please come.” Bast spun on his heel and there was a mix of urgency and fear in his posturing. Alazar automatically followed him. A wary look on his face as he sensed the gravity of the situation. “Have the demons found the stronghold.” “No.” Bast said tonelessly. “Then what?” “Just come.” Bast’s body contorted as he leapt into the form of the panther. Alazareth followed suit, becoming the gray and brown wolf he preferred.