Cursed Alastor Novels & Stories

My eyes were blurred while Kari grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "Holy shit! Danny are you okay!?" She yelled over something. It sounded like sobbing. Was I crying? Sure enough, I was choking on my tears. She hugged me and pulled me away from the door. I focused on my breathing and tried to compose myself. Alastor was not happy, to say the least. He was growling, snarling, and snapping at everyone that wasn't me. But what matters is that he's in the holding cell and I'm still alive. Once I stopped crying, I walked toward the holding cell. Alastor was sitting in the back corner, glaring at everyone till his eyes landed on me. A look of determination flashed in his eyes. But it was gone mere

“I want to hear you fall apart again.” I rode his fingers desperately, head thrown back, messy dark hair sticking to my damp forehead. When he finally replaced them with his cock, sinking in with one brutal thrust, I cried out loud enough for the house to echo it back. He fucked me right there on the altar deep, possessive strokes that rocked the ancient stone. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge, the bond singing between us. My power stirred again. Green light flickered faintly in my veins. Silas groaned as if he felt it too, hips stuttering. “What are you, Ashe?” he growled, teeth grazing my throat. “You make the curse… quiet.”

Alexander stared at it for a while and nodded at them. They both left my presence while still discussing on how to go about in capturing the rogues. Holding the invitation card in my hand, I closed his eyes as the memory of years ago flashed before me. I had been cursed to live forever and had lived a thousand years hoping I would be able to break the curse. I remembered the prophecy that on the third day of the third month of the full moon I shall meet the one that was destined to break the curse. It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one.

"She defiled our sacred ceremony!" "The human must die!" "This is blasphemy!" They started to shift with glowing eyes and lengthening teeth, ready to tear me apart right there in the ceremonial hall while I knelt frozen at that chair and unable to move or think. Then the Cursed Alpha stood in one fluid motion. His power rolled off him in visible waves that made every wolf coming towards me step back. "She is mine," he roared in a voice deep and cold as a winter grave. Even the Alpha King was shocked by those words.

My Alpha, Sebastian Blackwood, was cursed in battle. Following the instructions of the witch, Annabelle Pearson, I sacrificed my wolf for an antidote to his curse. I only found out after secretly eavesdropping on him at a party that he'd spent five whole years torturing me—just to avenge his first love. Yet, I had already given my wolf up for him. Standing at the door, I glared at Sebastian. He'd lied to me! The curse never existed in the first place!

"You can trust Elly. Tell her what I've told you! And you must tell the Alpha too! Our family, Joe and I... yes, we have bad blood. We carry demon blood. The town doesn't trust us, doesn't tolerate us. But you know what? At least we can choose. We can be wolves, but we can also stay in human form. We can think like humans." She paused, looking into Eva's eyes. "But the Alpha? He's a demon, Eva. Your bloodline, the Rose witches, captured a demon's soul centuries ago and imprisoned it in a wolf's body. They cursed him with human consciousness. And along with him..." Nancy's voice broke. "Along with him, they cursed his entire pack." Eva's brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" Nancy ran her hand

A wickedly handsome face, a charming smile bright enough to deceive any lady, there was no denying it, the man before me was none other than the cursed Alpha. "It seems you've heard about me." He read my mind again, but I immediately turned my face away, hiding my expression from his gaze. "You're the cursed Alpha?" I inquired for clarification purposes. I needed to be sure of what I was getting into. I had no idea why people called him cursed, but it couldn't be for a good deed. Who was he, and what exactly had he done to earn the title of being cursed? Even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel the change in the air around him. He didn't like being called cursed, but then again I ne

If anyone was out of their mind, it was them with their sick mentalities. "If anyone's mentally unstable, it's you for being confident enough to pick her despite seeing how young she is. You're not only mentally unstable, you seem to be visually impaired as well. You call yourself a powerful Vampire but you couldn't notice the simple fact that Primrose and I are werewolves, the offspring of your sworn enemy.

I thought of that cursed man and nodded to myself. He was the type of asshole that would cut off his mate‘s communication with others just to have her under his thumb. He may have smashed her phone when he realized we were still in contact. Did he hit her and curse at her for still loving me? The more I thought of it, the more likely it seemed and the more I believed. The Cursed Alpha was not a man fit for my Chantelle. He was not good enough. Chantelle deserved a kind man, a man who would move the world and shake it for her whenever she pleased, not a man who was cold and cursed.

he said. "What! It can't be. I was the one he loved at first. Why the sudden twist of fate?" I asked. "You have to understand that the Alpha is under a curse and the only person that can help him break it is that girl and that's why they are bonded together," he explained. "Curse…! I think I have a brief knowledge of that," she said. "I am telling you all this so that you won't feel worse when you find him in the arms of another woman. They are fated mates," he said.