Drunk Alastor Novels & Stories

Even though it's not possible, the hope of Alastor turning good depends on his death, he'll only be harmless when he's dead. Cruel, isn't it? I thought so too. My mother, father and now twin brother are all devils with ugly horns beneath their veils, scary shit. I twisted the doorknob to his room and walked in, trying to make no noise which I was successful in, regardless of how quiet I was, Alastor's eyes snapped open before I took one foot closer. At first, he looked as if he was going to kill me, I guess that was instinct; making my heart snap into two in shock and then his eyes softened.

"You can't stay here, Rakani. You have to leave. Ryan is an Alpha and taking complete control over his body isn't going to do you any good," Camille said, and Rakani chuckled. Camille had been having a lengthy conversation with the evil spirit and she was able to find out how I got into Ryan's body and why he couldn't leave. According to Rakani, the spell that Alisa, the witch who trapped Rakani, used was a spell that would bound it to whatever body or thing that it possessed.

Her face had just been used as a hole to ram thick disgusting meat in and out of it until she was finally forced to either swallow or be sprayed by their white smelly goo. “Take it off and see how it looks,” Alastor said, making her look up at him with her curious brown eyes. The look, her faltering nervous touch and the aura of innocence that she radiated almost made Alastor want to skip this part and take her instead but he persevered and stood still feeling his cock be freed from its encasement.

He was standing in the middle of the room in his naked glory, stroking his manhood and grinning wolfishly. "Take your clothes off!" he ordered, and I obliged. My entire being was braced for Alastor's torture. "You will get pregnant tonight. I need my fucking son!" he roared. I stripped down to nothing. A second later, I felt Alastor's cold hands on my shoulders, pushing my belly to the wall where he took me standing up. It took him minutes to fill me with his seed. ****** FOUR HOURS LATER I lay awake, my body aching from Alastor's rough sex. After he feasted, he drank with his men, then when he was drunk enough, he went out to hunt, as he called it. But the truth was, they went out to tortur

"I'm not understanding anything Brenda how can I do that?" "At night they are always drinking, Gary is a hardcore alcoholic wolf, every night he fills himself with liquor until he falls like a sleeping dog, and his minions act the same way, at dawn around 1 or 2 in the morning, the atmosphere in the territory of those wolves' pack is all messed up, they are all drunk and out of control, they let themselves succumb to human sins." "How do you know all that Brenda, who are you?"

“Or are you just wanting to flirt? I can leave you alone if that is the case.” ‘ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?,’ my wolf barks, piercing his claws into the walls of my mind, triggering my eyes to close shortly, before I can subdue the pain and force them to open again. I really don’t want to seem like the creep here. “Oh,” General Alastor laughs in an annoying manner, and I scrunch up my face. “No, no. I was meaning to come and pick you up to show you the newest results of our investigation.”

The man's hands stopped and he pulled out the daggers. "Now that is an Alpha's voice." The moment he stood up, I scrambled away from him, pissed off by the impressed smile on his face. His now glowing grey eyes narrowed at me. "Red eyes. We've got a complete monster on our hands, Alex." He barely finished his sentence and my brother was grabbing him by the scruff of his neck, fist raised and ever ready to beat the living daylights out of him. "Are you insane?!" He growled.

She held an accusing finger at his chest as tears started to gather in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. One second he was apologizing, the very next one she was chugging down alcohol like it was water. He knew what she was trying to do. Vampires and werewolves could not get drunk, but they could be less on edge, and bring themselves to feel less. She was testing that theory, it would seem. Aiden was merely watching Anastasia dance, having already figured out by scents alone that his mate was not in the house, when a guy made a beeline towards her but stopped at a few feet from her.

“I know we are.” “That, we are,” Luc agreed with a nod, “best news of the fucking week.” Soon, Alex emerged from the bathroom, a weary expression on his face, his wolf now at peace and no longer surfacing at will. He hung his head in what appeared to be shame for a moment there, before focusing his eyes on the unconscious witch. “She offered me cookies,” his words were tinged with regret, and it was all I could do to keep myself from blurting out everything I felt about this despicable witch. “I only ate one thankfully.”

MIranda seats herself in front of me and reaches out and grabs my hands from across the table. "I need you to relax and open your mind to me." Miranda says. Nicolae places his hand on my arm and I slowly close my eyes and breath deeply. Miranda begins whispering a series of words I don't quite understand over and over until my mind is plunged into darkness. I look around in the darkness when my surroundings are suddenly illuminated. I see a troubled Nicolae speaking with a tall dark figure that is enveloped in smoke. This must be the devil. Nicolae suddenly shakes hands with the devil and as they depart I hear a voice urging me to follow the strange figure.