Cursed Cat Alastor Novels & Stories

I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned villages into ash and left bones for wolves to gnaw. The one mothers whispered about in the dark to keep their children silent.

Alastor replied dismissively. “What’s it for?” Ashton pressed. “That’s none of your business,” Alastor shot back, his demeanor shifting to one of irritation. He has to be an alpha since he confidently spoke to Ashton that way, and Ashton appeared to be wary around him. After a moment, Ashton asked out of the blue, “Are you responsible for the note?” “What note?” Alastor asked, puzzled. Either he doesn't know, or he is such a good actor. But we certainly can't tell that yet.

“Chelsea. Listen to me. I am sorry. I really am.” She didn't know why he was sorry this time. Well, he had many reasons to be sorry for, however, he hadn't been sorry for anything until now. “What did you do again?” Despite the burning sensation inside her body, she felt fear cruising through her system. “I...” Alastair shut his mouth. He was not allowed to inform her about the witch's curse. As frustration rose in his throat, he shook his head. “Go... and wash your face.”

Added one more line, because the evidence demanded it even if I wasn't ready for what it meant: Which means they knew I was coming. Before Alastor did.

The smell of decay and despair hung heavily in the air, and I could barely see through the dimly lit hallways. “Get up, Alastor,” I growled when we reached his cell. “We have some questions for you.” Alastor slowly got up from the ground, his fur matted and his eyes bloodshot from the torture he suffered. "What do you want from me?" he spat. “We want information,” Max growled, anger bristling. “We know your brother is planning something big against our pack. We need to know what it is.” Alastor's eyes darted between us. “I'm not going to talk,” he finally said, his voice shaking.

Nicklaus finally stopped whatever he was doing and wiped his hands clean… “On the night of the blood moon the demon Lord shall rise and a great sacrifice shall be made to defeat the demons and seal them away for good… the heart of the pure will be used to seal the demons away and your curse shall be broken forever… “ Nicklaus Chuckled coldly as his eyes brined with anger… “ Did they send you here to tell me that?” “You shall make the ultimate sacrifice to not only send the demons back to Tartarus but to also break your century long suffering..” Celeste calmly spoke unafraid of the beast… Nicklaus is a known tyranny and the craziest Alpha of his time… “ How dare you!” Nicklaus roared angrily

I looked up and saw the person who betrayed me the most, my stepmother Catherine, smiling at me. "You didn't think it would be that easy to get away from me." "Stay away from me, Catherine," I growled. I tried to shift into my wolf, but I couldn't. Catherine came toward me, but Kayla shocked me by jumping on her. "Run, Aliza," Kayla said. I watched in horror as Cain pulled Kayla off of my stepmother, and my stepmother used her extended claws to slit Kayla's throat. I stood there shocked as I looked at my best friend's lifeless body.

she yelled, her voice distorted by her rage. Aleksander's eyes widened, but he refused to back down, transforming into his true form. His dark skin darkened, his brown eyes glowed brighter, and his teeth sharpened into fangs. A scythe materialized in his hands, gleaming menacingly. "Alina Starfall!" he roared, his voice commanding and echoing through the room. Faris' eyes slowly fluttered open, taking in the chaos, while Ellaine watched in wonder, her eyes fixed on Alina's unleashed power, a sight she had never seen before.

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

That’s why he could easily beat the wolves in his human form. “What was the curse?” I asked, my wolf was biting her paws sitting on her stomach anxiously. She knows the answer already. Hecate’s eyes darkened eating all the white space. “I can’t tell you.” She said her voice was on the edge, she looked towards the women standing in the cloaks and nodded. The previous girl walked towards us carrying a bag and deliver it to Hecate. 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.