Black Hat Vs Alastor Novels & Stories

“You were easier to control when you had nothing left to lose.” The realization crushed her. She had been manipulated. Again. Her fists clenched. “Where is he?” “I have a location. But if you go in alone, you’ll die.” Alma looked up. Fire returned to her eyes. “Then come with me.” He smiled faintly. “You always knew how to make a billionaire bleed.” Meanwhile, Rome, Underground Crypt Hekate stood in silence, watching her screen. Watching Alma. She turned to her lieutenant. “Contact Protocol Black Lotus,” she said. “Send the drones to Monaco.”

Wren chanted desperately, weaving threads of fate to hold the ritual at bay. The Head Priest raised the ritual dagger high. “It is inevitable, Ashe. Your blood calls for this. Kill them or die with them. Either way, the Entity wins.” The final ritual activated. The obsidian altar glowed with crimson and black light. The ground split open, revealing a yawning abyss of pure darkness. Tendrils shot upward, wrapping around all four of us and dragging us toward the altar. I fought with everything I had. Emerald light clashed violently with the Entity’s corruption inside me. Every pulse of power healed my Alphas while the vessel tried to drag me under. The bond became a battlefield. Golden threads

“ I lean forward and grab the glass of whiskey, pushing its entire contents down my throat. It burns my throat, but that does nothing to calm or mute the rage clawing through my chest. My fingers drum against the armrest as I try to understand the possible reason Alpha Thomas Maclewin of the Caesar Group would turn my company down. Every single part of this screams deliberate. It feels like someone reached into the deal and killed it before it could breathe. I close my eyes briefly as one name comes to mind… Allister Blackwater. It has to be him. The bastard has been circling me like a wolf smelling blood. He must have resorted to such foolery after being unable to get to me.

I barked. “He has the sword; do you think you'll be able to take him out?” I asked. “I'm a dragon wolf, Melonie, just like you,” he muttered, “But I'm even more dangerous than you because I'm the evil side of you.” “Still,” I voiced, “You can't go after Warrick now, I'm sure he would be expecting you… ambush him when he has the slightest knowledge of it.” Alastor moved closer to me, “What do you mean?”

"You know that it is in your best interest not to lie to me." "Fine." I huff as I am about to toss the damn thing out of the window, yet I continue, "Roberto does perhaps got a case of Blood Lust." "Perhaps? Or does he?" "He does. We are on our way to find him. Alatar is with us at present to show us where we can find him." "Who the fuck is Alatar." I cannot help but chuckle, for I know already what the man's reaction is going to be. "Alatar is a Warlock."

It was taking too much of me to stand straight before him, but I did my best. My jaw tightened as I came face-to-face with Alastor. He was floating in the air, and I could see his demon form, except that his skin was not entirely black like King Lucius, but that didn’t make him less terrifying. ‘Do not give him an idea you are my female.’ I blinked to send this mindlink to Thalia. I had no idea if Alastor knew that shifter’s eyes would fleck with whites when we connected with other minds, and at the moment, I didn’t want to put anyone in danger. So I shut off my mindlink as soon as I sent the message to my female.

The man left the room and another man entered. “The witches have been waiting for you, Your Highness,” said the man who had just entered. “Good, it’s time. Send them in.” The man bowed respectfully and left the room. Shortly after, several men dressed all in black entered. Alastor looked at the few people and smiled. “Welcome, my allies.” *** Tadariez

Alisha's POV Orathe glanced at Gray and me with a somewhat serious expression and asked, "Can someone explain to me why you both went to Black Furies seeking revenge, and after returning, Alisha suddenly decided to be with that... Lo...Lo' Gray interjected, "Louie, Louie Blancato, from Deep Moon."

“That’s from Gunner. It arrived a while ago. You never told me what you guys are about these days. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “There was nothing to tell,” he replied quickly when she raised a brow. “I’m handling it.” But Granny was not easily dismissed. “Really? are you?” she asked pointedly. “Were you able to discover who’s behind the rogue wolves' existence? Did the plan push through?” Ashton’s gaze flicked to me immediately, sharp, suspicious and lingering longer than necessary before he finally spoke. “It was Alastor.” The name hit me like a sudden chill.

Black hole. Hamish was looking at the woman who was lying on his couch with a frown on her face. Or rather, the thief... He had carried her into his living room and then he had looked for anything on her to identify her but she had no papers so he had to take a picture of her to send to a friend to search in the American databases... He would like to have a drink but he was afraid that the young woman would run away... He wondered why he was unable to call the police... That's what all normal people do after discovering a thief in their house...