Novel & Cerita Creepy Alastor

“Where are we?” “The Rift,” Kael said quietly. “Where the souls of the dead wander, waiting for the Moon’s mercy.” The whispers grew louder, brushing my ears with voices that sounded almost familiar. Faces flickered in the glass beneath us—wolves, priests, children—all watching. My stomach turned. Kael’s expression hardened. “You feel it, don’t you? The pull. The blood that isn’t yours.” “I don’t—” He stepped closer, pressing his palm to my chest. Light flared where he touched me, revealing faint symbols glowing beneath my skin. A crescent. Chains of runes coiled around my heart.

I could hear enchanting whispers from inside. “Yes,” I murmured, my lips curling into a cold smile. “You will serve me well.” i smashed the glass against the floor. Glass exploded outward, and from the ruin rose a creature of smoke and flame, twisting into the grotesque shape of a demon. Its eyes glowed crimson, its mouth curling into an evil grin. “Lucan,” it called out, bowing its head mockingly. “It has been… centuries.” I stepped closer, unflinching, letting its hideous breath that reeked of dead bodies curl around me. “I have a task for you.”

Her body convulsed violently as dark energy surged through her, writhing like dying embers before vanishing into nothing. The witch gasped and panted on the floor, shivering and coiling in on herself. The pot! My gaze drifted to the altar and I moved with a precise movement. I grabbed the pot and hurled it against the stone wall. The metal cracked, its dark liquid spilling and hissing upon contact with the ground. I moved swiftly, destroying everything in sight—the cursed bones, the twisted effigies, the dark symbols etched into the altar. I destroyed everything. Suddenly, movements echoed behind me.

His hair is reddish, with blond highlights, and his lips are thick, red, just like mine. He takes my hand, and instantly I feel an electric shock. He leads me to the entrance of the castle, where two giant men stand. "It's forbidden to bring other people," one of them says, annoyed. "She's your Luna, you idiot," Alex says, annoyed. "I... I'm sorry, Alpha," the man apologizes. They open the doors for us, and we enter immediately. The walls are gray, and everything looks medieval: wooden chairs and a stone kitchen. "I will take you to our room."

"Why can't I stop? This is so dangerous… Goddess, you feel so good and Ubel is telling me to keep going. Tell me to stop, Sera, please, tell me not to cum inside you." "Sera, are you ok? What's that noise? Whose voice is that? Mum and Dad are going to be furious if you've let someone in the house when they specifically told us not to " Tabitha rattles my door handle and instantly Abaddon slips out of my body, grabbing for his jacket and fumbling around with a condom.

he said in a low voice. Kalista suddenly had a bad feeling within her. Her heart pounded in her ears as she heard Gregory's next words. "The white haired gentle man isn't human like you think," Gregory whispered. "He is a beast. A bloodthirsty creature called a werewolf. And I think he has a hand in your mother's death" ... Thanks to all those voting. Please continue to vote to support me. Soon, I will start updating two to three chapters daily. You can also check out my other new book, The Alpha's Desire.

Hecate emanates a talisman from the bag similar to the one Diana gave me before except it was black and silver unlike my golden one. “You wanted to know everything about him, don’t you?” she asked tauntingly playing with the talisman. I remained passive tried not to show anything on the surface. “Oh dear, this mate ship is the only thing that I couldn’t understand. He rejected you yet you drawn to him like a moth drawn to the fire.” She was right, my cheeks heated at the realization. “You will pay for it Esma. He is a monster. His own goddess despised him.” Hecate tried to convince me one more time before putting the talisman in my right hand.

“W-what are you doing?” “…Of Sylrune Pack reject you, Zarelia Drakonis, daughter of the late Alpha, Orion as my mate and Luna.” ~ ~ ~ My wrist burned where the silver chains rubbed against my sore, raw flesh making me wince. My prison cell reeked of piss, rust, blood, and what I suspected to be decaying bodies. Every time I inhaled, I could taste the mixture of these horrid smells on my tongue and it made bile rise to my throat each time.

Is that the reason why his pale face is covered in Blush? Who could the unlucky bumpkin be? “Heyyy…Heyyy..Heyyy..Earth to Alastor….Earth To Alastor..” I called and he immediately snapped out of his so called trance. Instead of his ungrateful self to thank me for breaking that chain, he wanted to bite my arm off, could you imagine. My arm. I snapped it away from him, I mean, how would I drill into girl pussy's without my fingers? “Woah! Did you become more animalistic?” I asked and his glare doubled.

The name hit me like a sudden chill. My breath hitched before I could stop it, and suddenly the room faded around the edges as a memory surged forward unbidden. The forest. The smell of damp earth and blood. The way the shadows had seemed to move on their own. The low growl that had raised the hairs on my arms, the feeling of being watched and being chased. The Alastor. I have to know who he is. My fingers curled slightly into my lap as I forced myself to remain composed. “That devious alpha!” Granny exclaimed. “I’m not surprised. So what happens now?”