Cursed Alastor Novels & Stories

“Not so fast.” We look up and see Alastor in his human form. He has a malicious grin as I see his eyes turn red. He is going to cook us alive. As he prepares to throw a fireball at us he is struck in the shoulder with an ice spear. He growls and glares at Maliyah. “Wait your turn my dear niece.”

Vevian had suddenly become too strong for him. Alastor watched the slight hesitation on his face and fake courage that he showed and knowing the he was truly just a wimp he shifted into his wolf and jumped over him making Vlad move out of his way and try to kick his back but Alastor had already predicted that attack kicking back his hind legs he made Vlad go crashing into the coffee table, breaking it under his weight.

Sienna leaned forward and said, “Apart from living under the same roof for a few weeks, I don’t know much about Alaric. I can’t see how there is something related to my life that Alaric has kept a secret from me.” “Two years ago a witch cursed Alaric that he would die the moment he consummates his relationship with his mate. You are his soulmate, Sienna….” Sienna held her stomach and burst out laughing, “A witch had cursed him… really… you should have come up with something more realistic…” Aunt Sue waved her hand and the glass of water raised into the air and flew to her hand. Taking a sip of water she asked, “What will you say now?”

Dante stepped closer, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, "Vergil requires the blood of women every full moon. Every single kingdom on the eastern border follows this rule or faces total annihilation. If I don't give him what he wants, he will burn Aries to the ground." "So you give him gold! You give him land! You do not hand him your own sister!" I screamed, lunging forward, but the guards stepped in, blocking me. "Gold won't soothe his curse, Eve. You know what he is." I did know. Everyone knew the horrifying rumors and tales about Vergil, the Cursed Alpha. Every full moon, the demon wolf inside him demanded a sacrifice and slaughtered dozens of young women to soothe it's blood thirst. No

She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them. She died with that hatred and disgust in her chest, and as life could have it, when she died and cross over to the path she was sent back saying it was not yet her time and besides she was cursed. All those words were like a joke to her but funny was that she woke up in that same nobody of hers. She was confused at first and was also afraid. She met people crossing over in that paths at Afterlife but it was rather not for her, and also that man in white told her that it was not yet her time and she was cursed, what does that mean? The thought came pouring down her head.

They were in the first place made by men and so they could actually be altered by men too. But then, he also knew that there was a curse and that the only way they could break the curse was for them to do this, that was what he thought. But little did he know that the hybrid witch-wolf who was involved in everything had a tiny little plan of her own. As they waited in King Cyrus’s bedroom Sule could see Cyrus’s demeanor. Cyrus, who was already sick, now and looked ten times older than he did two days before, and Sule could not blame him. Cyrus’s voice was weaker, his strides were heavier, and even the way he carried himself generally portrayed his state of absolute weakness and resignation.

"Older than the curse. Maybe the reason it exists. I've only seen symbols like this in the crypt of the Ancients, in forbidden records even the council doesn't touch. This, is why your father, Alpha Dimitris, sealed this place." I feel Alessia tense behind me. My hands curl into fists. "She glowed," I say. "Onesimus said she'd lit up like the sun. You ever seen a wolf do that, Dathan?" He shakes his head grimly. "Werewolves don't glow. Banshee's scream. Witches cast. Lycan's shift. But this?" He gestures to Raven, then the book. "This is something else." Raven stirs. It is a small - a twitch in her fingers, a shift in her breath - but I catch it. We all did.

The Moon Goddess had given me two mates. Equally attractive, equally strong, and equally sinful. We didn't even get to exchange names before Alastor made his presence known. His aura was so bitter and poisonous that my wolf and I felt no warmth from him as he circled his talons around my wrist, pulling me so hard away from Trenton that my arm broke. "Brother?" Trenton raised the question with confusion dancing behind his eyes. "She is mine," Alastor thundered. His voice was so heavy, it rumbled against my eardrums.

I was looking for him, but I was not the only one. A presence shifted behind me. I did not turn immediately. There was no need. “You think too loudly,” a familiar voice said. I exhaled slowly. “You always appear where you are not welcome.” Alastor stepped into view with his usual calm, the kind that came from knowing most people could not touch him even if they tried. Apostle of Ra. Exiled on paper, tolerated in practice. “That is an interesting complaint,” he replied. “Coming from a man who treats contracts like loose guidelines.”

“My father sold me off to a slave merchant in order to pay his debt. He doesn't care what happens to me. I don't want to go back.” Another silence ensued between us. “In that case," Alpha Leonidas continued. "I'll tell you what my curse is.” My ears were opened. He was finally going to reveal what his curse was. Leonidas began. “My curse is the curse of death. After three years, my mate dies.” I stiffened in raw shock. “That's right,” Alpha Leonidas said, his eyes heavy. “It's my curse. The mate bond between my mate and I, is like a thread of death. By the third year, it snaps in twos, and my mate winds up dead.”