Bald Alastor Novels & Stories

I recoiled away from the sight, hiding my eyes in my sleeve. "That was unnecessary." His voice wavered as he leaned away from the corpse. His face reflected the light and I finally got a good look at him. His hair was greasy and tangled, deep amber and it reached his shoulders. He had a crooked nose that bulged from his face. His black eyes were sunken into his face just like his cheeks. He had an unkempt beard that clung to his jaw. He scowled in our direction. Another one of the wolves snapped at us from behind. I gasped and Alastor's reaction was to immediately spin around and grab the wolf by the shoulder. The gray wolf howled in pain before returning the favor and sinking his teeth into

"No it is I who am sorry I am not giving you a choice in the matter. You see she's my mate and you will not keep her from me. I only came to you to see if we could do this peacefully. Though it is obvious that will not happen." "Alpha Xavier understand what you are doing. I don't think you want this." And with that Alastair was sick of hearing his mouth and he forces the shift. Alastair is a huge pitch black wolf. All alphas are huge but he is twice the size of a full grown alpha. He attacks before Carter can shift and he rips this head off leaving his a corpse then he turns to Ryder and he gets shifted in just enough time. Alastair grabs him by the back of the neck and shakes him viciously

The unbearable agony drops the massive rogue to his knees, his throat letting out a high-pitched scream of pure torture. "You are in deep shit now, rogue!" Baldy gasps, his face covered in sweat. "We belong to Territory Alpha Stilinski! He will have your flesh torn into bird meat for this insult!" Derek replies with a cool, indifferent voice, "I am sorry, but my ears have never heard of this Stiles Stilinski guy. Is his wolf supposed to be someone important in my forest?" He tightens his iron grip on the broken bone, causing Baldy to shriek and curse the Moon Goddess.

"I am honored you chose my altar. Every runaway pair deserves a sacred moment under the neon moon." "Yeah, and to hell with the laws of the High Council," I mutter. He wags a clawed finger at me. "There is no cursing at this altar, High Alpha. We run a wholesome sanctuary." The fake bard peers into my glassy eyes for a split second, his brow arching. "Great Spirits, what kind of root did you snort tonight? Your pupils are wider than a blood-moon. You are flying high, aren't you?"

The bond between us pulsed with each wave of his agony, each moment of his struggle. I surged forward, my bare feet silent against the stone floor, but the guards immediately moved to block me. They were both tall, broad-shouldered men with the watchful eyes of born predators. One had a jagged scar running down the side of his face—an old wound that had healed poorly. The other was younger, his posture betraying his tension as I approached. "Miss Hart," the scarred one said, his voice firm but not unkind. "The Alpha has ordered he not be disturbed."

and my eyes widened when they fell on the pair of shoes, realizing that I hadn't crashed into a wall but someone. "Sorry... I am really so sorry, I didn't see you coming" I apologised sincerely as I raised my head to look at the face of the owner of these shoes. My eyes widen even more, looking at the only man that I never wanted to even cross paths. Damon Logan! Our Future Alpha and the biggest bully in the entire school.

They are amused at the sight of me. Alpha Kenn shoves me up against his chest, like a rag doll, and I frown at the metallic, iron stench emitting off of his warm body. He latches onto me like a trophy and the crowd smiles and hollers with victory, with pride. "I have retrieved my Luna," Alpha Kenn cheers to the crowd, like a newly wedded King. "Where is my dear old friend, Alpha Tate?" One man from the bunch steps forward, nearly naked, and my eyes roam around me, watching the circling wolves. One, a large, dark brown beast, has black fabric between its teeth. Man against wolf, how cruel.

The voice at the other end sounded low and shaky. "Hello, Beta Christopher," he spoke. "You asked to call you at this time," he continued. "Come to the oak tree opposite the prison yard with the guards' food," I instructed him. He brought the food to the oak tree and was surprised when he saw me. He had shock expressed clearly through his eyes. "Alpha Darrell," he exclaimed. "I was supposed to meet Beta Christopher. W-what are you doing here?" he asked, still in shock.

His hawk eyes watched closely as they completed their task, never once acknowledging my presence; not that I was complaining. “Stop! Stop! What are you doing? I explicitly told you not to touch the brown crates, yet here you are lugging it in here as if it belongs to you!” Alaster spat at the lanky man before him, literally bathing the man in his saliva as he got his point across. I had to give the man props for not flinching away from Alaster’s erratic behaviour, his hair was matted to his forehead, his suit was dishevelled and his eyes were bloodshot; he appeared completely unhinged.

Another knirer appeared after knocking away several wolves. "Take him and go!!" The knirer touched Cyrus, and the bitten knirer disappeared. Alastor transformed and jumped high to attack Ben. Ben was still busy casting spells on the wolves that continued to come. Dal transformed and jumped as well, pushing Alastor down. Alastor quickly got up and attacked Dal. Alastor clawed and bit Dal. Dal fell back unconscious. "Dynamito!!" Darr!! A massive explosion occurred right in front of Alpha Alastor, who was about to attack Dal again. Ben grabbed Dal and quickly teleported away. But before he disappeared, Alpha Alastor's beta claws struck his back.