Creepy Alastor Novels & Stories

“From my admittedly cursory examination, it looked like Jonathan Hawthorne died from magical electrocution. I was wondering if it might’ve been your signature Unimpressive Finger Lightning.” Ouch. “You know, that’s not really my preferred name for it.” Dor shrugged and started to rummage in a pouch he’d pulled from some unknown recess of his robes. “It killed one of the more skilled warlocks in this part of the world. I’d say it’s not so unimpressive after all.” He looked up, his eyes gleaming an opaque, otherworldly silver in the moonlight. A shudder went down my spine, the kind of instinctive fear that made my brainstem want to crawl out my ear and slither off in terror. What the fuck was

“My sweet beloved has died, getting rid of the elders who dared to take her.” Then, his wolf let out a loud painful howl in the air, snout up. Alex followed his father’s lead, and soon, the whole pack was howling, as if they felt their former leader’s anguish. “Easy,” he shrugged. “I want you to surrender.” I scoffed, even as my eyes filled with tears, “You’re despicable!” I began to chant soon after, making sure to keep him in my line of vision. I was chanting a forbidden spell. A spell I had found in the grimoire left behind by Camelia.

The son, actually. Kieran. Alpha of Moonveil. Coincidentally, The second man involved in the curse. Now, I just had to find her. The curse was already at work, I could feel it. But this time, I had no idea how our story would play out. That terrified me. "Alpha?" I blinked, returning to the present. One of my men looked at me expectantly. "What’s our next target?" My gaze dropped to the map. We’d been exerting pressure, pushing the hands of the large packs through sustained attacks and raids.

"We need to go back." "I can't. I can't look at him again." "You don't have to. But we need to stay together right now." We walked back to the study. My mom was sitting on the floor now. Crying. The blood on her hands had started to dry. Adrian pulled out his phone and dialed. Put it on speaker. "911, what's your emergency?" "There's been a murder," Adrian said. His voice was steady now. Controlled. "Alpha Kael of the Silver Moon Pack. He's been killed in his home."

Instead, I nod, my spine stiff with dread. He steps closer. “Do you know what happened to me ten years ago, after the Battle at Easterly Tower?” That doesn’t sound like a question. It sounds like a warning. I nod again, still numb with disbelief, fear creeping deeper with every passing second. “Speak.” That single word holds so much command, so much venom, that a shiver crawls down my back. “Yes, Alpha,” I whisper, barely audible. “Tell me, then.” I swallow and begin. “When Easterly Tower fell, the witch Marisol cursed you.”

That’s nothing like I’ve ever seen before and being a wolfless girl has given me the opportunity to explore through every possible breed of wolves under the moon. But that thing dwelling inside Alpha Jordan is far from a mere wolf. There’s something far dangerous that’s in his soul. The mere thought of the way he looked at me made my skin crawl and I shuddered. I was headed to an early grave. “I know a wolf when I see one..” the voice in my head continued, “that thing in his eyes can’t be..” The weight it carried. The force behind it when I looked at them. They way his body listened to the rhythm in those beady crimson eyes..

His eyes were bloodshot, redrimmed and hanging with eyebags. And there was a goblet in his hand, slowly tilting to the ground. The moment Alpha Chester set his eyes on me, they widened. "Nora?" He called out in a croak of a voice. My skin grated with annoyance as he mistook me for Nora. Instead I inclined my head in greeting. "It is not Nora, Alpha Chester." I corrected, voice gentle. "I am Alina, Elder Lyall Farkas' first daughter." The eagerness on his face fell, and I watched as his shoulders slumped in disappointment. My mother was right; the Alpha was a bundle of depression!