Creepy Alastor Novels & Stories

“It’s not my fault if my body doesn’t want to! But I can assure you, my head and heart are in this. Untie me. I won’t run away or do anything.” “Shut up and just do as you are told.” Agatha hissed. “Now take her out of here!” “So this is just my fucking role here, to check if someone is lying.” Alastor scoffed in a loud voice while the witches were taking me off the pole and tying my hands again. I was calling on my spirits to tell me what to do next, but they were not saying anything. And with Alastor capable of appearing and disappearing around me, I had no way to get away from him. He could just snap my neck in an instant if he wanted to.

My heartbeat slows down as he walks ahead lazily. Aleister lets out a loud growl again. I gasp, shifting my attention to him. The darkness gathers around him. If he looked scary before, he looks monstrous now. I think about getting up and saving myself but I don’t get the time. As expected, when he truly wants to finish something he will appear like a Grim Reaper, ready to take the soul without a care. A scream erupts from my mouth as he skips past the distance. For a second, I believe that this is the end. He won’t spare me now.

“Or are you just wanting to flirt? I can leave you alone if that is the case.” ‘ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?,’ my wolf barks, piercing his claws into the walls of my mind, triggering my eyes to close shortly, before I can subdue the pain and force them to open again. I really don’t want to seem like the creep here. “Oh,” General Alastor laughs in an annoying manner, and I scrunch up my face. “No, no. I was meaning to come and pick you up to show you the newest results of our investigation.”

This was the Blackthorn Boarder. Back at Red Hollow, they told us terrifying stories about this place just to keep us from running away. They said the leader here, Prince Alaeric, was a monster. They called him the "Shadow Prince" a Lycan with blood so dark and powerful that he could crush a normal wolf just by looking at them. "If you cross that line," my stepmother used to sneer, "Alaeric will rip your throat out before you can even beg for mercy. He doesn't take prisoners. He only takes lives."

The abyss yawned like the maw of some ancient god, its edges crumbling as black tendrils dragged my Alphas closer to oblivion. I stood at the precipice, every nerve in my body on fire. The vessel inside me screamed for completion, urging me to step forward and drag them all into the void. The Head Priest’s ashes still drifted on the wind, but the Entity only grew stronger from his death. I refused to let destiny win.

I would rather lift my dress and dance bare-skinned in front of the High Council Judgment Hall on a sacred Sunday while howling a rogue war song. I shoot a panicked look at Lestat, then glance back at the heavy wooden door. Creepier is definitely still out on the stone path searching for my scent. Creepy could be circling the block right now. Worse yet, Tristan could be running toward this very building with a pack of warriors to force my mark onto the license. But can I really ask a High Alpha to go along with this madness? He might just push me away— "No," Lestat growls softly to the woman, his voice thick with the poison.

I paced in my room anxiously, anticipating seeing my friends again. A lot had changed in a span of a month, learning that supernaturals existed and becoming supernatural. There was a knock on the door followed by the doorknob turning and Hera sticking her head in. "Alpha Creed is downstairs. He's waiting for you." I nodded and she walked into the room shutting the door behind her."Something seems to be bothering you. Are the events of yesterday still playing over in your mind?"

“What… What are you planning to do with me?” “Nothing much,” she smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. “I'll just show the world how much of a slut you are. Let's see if Azrael will keep chasing you even after you've been used like a cheap whore.” “No! No! No!” I cried out, thrashing, struggling. Annika’s laughter wrapped dread around my heart as she opened the door once again, and my fear rose to full-blown horror when I realized Rosita didn't come alone. As the door opened, six Alphas stepped in, all wearing masks and one had a camera with him.

" Alpha, Wyatt Harris, perhaps you have heard of him. I assure you, Sorceress, no matter how much the werebears are paying you for this, Wyatt will make you all pay double." She didn't even bat an eye at my threat. "And is he father of your child?" "Yes, of course he is!" I stated. "What do you know of the werebears Thaddious and Jacob?" "I do not know any creatures by those names. But the werebear king Brody is my uncle." "That is not possible." She spat at me. Good old Uncle Brody! I can't deny the pleasure I am getting from seeing her squirm at the mention of his name. "I can not lie to you, Sorceress, you said so yourself."

he demanded. "Because I could feel it," Drex replied flatly. "Feel it? What is that supposed to mean? Don’t play games with me! You’re the killer, aren't you?" Bob pressed, trying to corner him. Drex let out a long, weary sigh, seemingly exhausted by the baseless accusations. "Believe it or not, the culprit isn't human, Officer. Charlotte was the victim of a hungry vampire." I froze, staring at Drex. He spoke the word 'vampire' with such chilling conviction. Officer Bob’s eyes widened, likely wondering if Drex was hallucinating or simply hiding something massive behind a fairy tale.