Blue Alastor Novels & Stories

Alastor finally asked, a bit put off with the blatant staring. Sean looked like Alastor had run over his cat or something. Or that he had told the older man that Harry had eaten the last piece of pizza. “Is... that really what you're planning to wear?” Alastor looked down at his clothes, a bit confused and suddenly feeling a bit... insecure. He was wearing what he usually wears: plain shirt and jeans. He had dressed himself casually and in all black, though–aside from black being his favorite color, it was actually a subtle nod to his mate being a goddess of the shadows or something, he actually thinks it's kind of fitting since his mate seems to favor the color too since she wears too much

Vador sighed as Aleister entered the study. "Call Alizon," Aleister said."Call her now" "Yes? You called for me,"a lady in white appeared.She had a white mark running from her hair down to her forehead,her hair was black. Alizon was a white witch,she was also Vador's godmother who stayed in the east empire disguised as an old lady.She was King Alarie's younger sister who was not killed when the dark witches had attacked because they didn't know about her. Only Vador and Aleister knew about her,she was a very powerful witch with healing powers and the ability to summon souls.

Leo dropped the book onto the coffee table and started flicking through the pages so fast I thought he was going to test them. “Here, page 275…. The wolf’s eyes are remarkable. Whether there is an Alpha or Omega they always remain the same color. It is believed that the Moon Goddess is a way to remind us that we are all special to her and are all of equal value to her and each other. In her eyes we are all gold.

Giving Bast a dark look. “The mighty Alazareth Bodane, Nauvree of the bloodlust, afraid of another assassin…” “He’s not just an assassin.” Alazar explained. “The man is absolutely ruthless, ice cold blood flows in his veins, and far more terrifying than that is how easy it is to underestimated what is going on in his head. If you were to define dangerous, it would be the king of the Blue Lark.” “I am not afraid.” Bast dismissed. “You’re not the one off to slap his goodwill in the face with goods and snide remarks.”

“Now we have four potential traitors.” “How do you figure that?” I held up a finger, “Blondie.” I held up two more, “two clones.” I held up another, “Alec.” Malachi growled under his breath. “I know you don’t want to accept that it is your second, but it is a potential. He acted funny while here when I was asking him questions. Normally, if someone were innocent, they wouldn’t act as defensively as he did. It was as if he had something to hide.”

They’re hunters, predators that can catch almost any prey if given the chance. “What business would that be, little one?” I feel his breath on the back of my neck as the men in front of me start to step a little closer to me. “Are you here to kill the big bad Alpha of sector twenty-five? Or maybe you’re here to rescue your friend.” I’m not sure what does it, the mention of the Alpha, whom only a select few people know about or the mention of Octavia but I turn on the spot to face the man behind me. He’s so close that I have to step back slightly to see all of him. He’s completely naked; his chest is scarred with little crosses like someone has tried to play tic-tac-toe on his skin. His muscl

The floor was damp with something that might’ve been blood, but it could’ve just as easily been filth. His heart pounded in his chest. Panic set in, as he found himself face-to-face with something he couldn’t comprehend. A figure, towering above him. Its skin a deep crimson, the color of blood but somehow alive in a way Leroy had never seen before. Eyes like molten gold, glowing bright in the dark. And then the creature did something that made Leroy's blood run cold: a slap, swift and effortless, sending him crashing into the wall. When his vision cleared, Leroy had no doubt. He was staring at an Albanama.

Eden Monroe. "I'm not Alpha Dorian." The voice said. The stranger held me by my shoulder and I regained my memory. I didn't know who it was, it wasn't Dorian so what was it? What in the world does he even mean by Alpha Dorian? I felt scared again, now figuring it was just my imagination and it wasn't Dorian standing behind me. Suddenly, a figure steps out of the shadows. It's a man, dressed in black, with piercing blue eyes and a menacing expression. He looks dangerous, and you can tell that he's not someone you want to mess with.

Without being told, the crowd divides, clearing an uninterrupted path to his destination. Just then, his face finally comes into view and then I see him even clearly. A tall, broad-shouldered man, he had a ripped body that even the clothing he wore couldn't hide it. His aura was commanding. Then his face…. heavens, well defined, it seemed as though he was created on a special day, giving him unique, extremely handsome features. His midnight black eyes held no emotion, a huge contrast to his handsome, alluring facial features. Alpha Iskander Damaris of the blood moon pack , The almighty warlord. The soulless butcher.