Cat Alastor Novels & Stories

“You’ll be my downfall, and what a beautiful ending it will be.” “If I knew telling you about Aralia would make you so morose, I would’ve kept the information to myself.” I pointed out with an eye roll, ignoring the sexual charge in his words. Atlas used his words like his body, a finely tuned weapon or an alluring form, rigid with taut muscle. His words could be sharp, serrated like a blade; or, they carried the arousing touch of a feather-light caress.

The smell of decay and despair hung heavily in the air, and I could barely see through the dimly lit hallways. “Get up, Alastor,” I growled when we reached his cell. “We have some questions for you.” Alastor slowly got up from the ground, his fur matted and his eyes bloodshot from the torture he suffered. "What do you want from me?" he spat. “We want information,” Max growled, anger bristling. “We know your brother is planning something big against our pack. We need to know what it is.” Alastor's eyes darted between us. “I'm not going to talk,” he finally said, his voice shaking.

"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."

“Thanks to you, everyone is back to life, including our mother. I have held her down from searching for you, I promised that I would bring you home.” “That sounds like a YOU problem. I'm going nowhere with you Alastor,” I declared. “Melonie, I'm trying to be nice here,” Alastor menacingly muttered. “You are not my family, neither are the mother and father you claim are waiting,” I responded calmly, “So please leave.” Alastor growled angrily, and I knew I had pissed him off, “You belong with me, you belong to me.” “I don't think I do,” I snapped back.

We approached a group of individuals, their eyes sharp and calculating, as if they were assessing me from head to toe. Dorian's voice, smooth and reassuring, broke the tension. "Allow me to introduce you to some of our esteemed guests, my love," he said, his words laced with a protective undertone. "This is Elder James, a vampire elder, renowned for his shrewdness and wisdom." Lord Aldrich, with his piercing gaze and distinguished demeanor, inclined his head politely. "A pleasure to meet you, Luna Monroe," he said, his voice a velvet whisper that carried an air of authority.

She must have read my mind because she immediately explains herself. “I am sorry to arrive unannounced, but this is urgent. Clement and that seductress you exchanged your father’s horses for are coming to overthrow you.” I can feel her anger when she utters the seductress. My curiosity is already piqued. The Clement she is referring to is famously known as Alpha C of the Palmland pack. He was dad’s friend, that’s why I had suggested he gave him the horses when he wanted them killed. Those are the same horses Terrence bought back a few months back in exchange for Olivia.

"I need to go, and Alpha Lucas ordered me to tell you 'be careful' that's all, Luna." He ran back to the driver's seat and bid his goodbye before leaving. "This is the last one and you'll be free Catalina!" I jumped happily and opened the wooden gate. As I expected based on Paris's memories, her relatives are not happy to see her, especially the mom of Alena. "What are you doing here? I told you to get lost after you've done your job." I'm lost for words, I expected that maybe I can get just a little thank you or a reward because of what I've done for them, but really this family sucks!

The crown prince had the power to go wherever he wished. “Are those werewolves,” I questioned Valerian, gawking at some wolves whose furs had stripes of white and red. The big one sat on the grass, and the smaller ones were playing with her tail. His face turned serious for a moment but went relaxed when he looked out to see them. “No, Those are actual wolves. Nothing special to worry about,” he chuckled, pulling his head back into the carriage. “How can you tell the difference?” I asked again, trying to hide my confusion.

Kitty snaps at him, dabbing at her eyes as she turns bright red. "How was your nap Cupcake?" Alastaire asks me. "Did you see me in your dreams? I know I've been seeing you in mine." "Gross!" Says Kitty. "Save the lame pick up lines for your groupies Al. And put on some clothes." "Do NOT call me Al," Alastaire says with a pout. It takes me a moment to realize he's totally shirtless, his lightly tanned skin beaded with perspiration and his golden blonde hair held back messily in a headband.

Proserpina scoffed, swatting his hands away from her, “Quit it. I don't do hugs–” Alastor suddenly dropped forward like a tidal wave threatening to pull her down with him, arms wrapping around her waist. He was practically a koala–a six foot tall koala–as he all but threw himself on her, legs sprawled uselessly on the ground and all of his weight bearing down on her. She gave him her driest, blankest stare, eyes boring holes down at his stupidly smiling face, “Happy now?” Alastor simply hummed, nuzzling her stomach contentedly, a strange vibrating sort of noise coming from his chest… and forget the comparison about a koala or the fact that he is technically a wolf, he reminded her of a giant