Fanart Alastor Novels & Stories

"You allowed him to escape when the alpha of the shadow pack wanted to kill him for helping your father." Recognition dawned on my face, "Ashley, is that you?" "Wow you have changed; you look good too," I said to her. "What are you doing here?" "I am on vacation with my mate; this is Clarissa Wilson, and Clarissa met Ashley; she was my best friend." "Her father is the alpha of the small pack in the forest called Darkmoon Park. She frowned at hearing that from me. My mate turned her up, feeling threatened by her.

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.

Even Harley chimed in here and there. Dad had just started a fire in the circular pit when Alpha Lyra emerged from the side of the house. She looked the same as I remembered her. A beautifully feminine face despite the stern expression it had been chiseled into. Dark, silky hair pulled back from her head, secured into a neat bun that meant business. I’d just returned to Nox’s side when she appeared. The flames danced off her earthen eyes, filling them with shadows.

Contemplating about the possible outcomes of her verbal response, she nodded and gestured towards seven strong werewolves. “What about other bullies? Choose them too.” At Alpha’s next command, Charlotte selected more six men from the line. All of them were kneeling on the ground, the masters of torture were now trembling like kitties. Whole crowd even birds were silent when Alpha thought for a while and announced their punishment. “North petrol team will be demoted to omegas for the next ten years. As for it’s assistant group, this vampire is allowed to drain them till death.” As Alpha certain tone left no room for negotiation, they grabbed Charlotte’s feet, begging for mercy.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

“Thanks to you, everyone is back to life, including our mother. I have held her down from searching for you, I promised that I would bring you home.” “That sounds like a YOU problem. I'm going nowhere with you Alastor,” I declared. “Melonie, I'm trying to be nice here,” Alastor menacingly muttered. “You are not my family, neither are the mother and father you claim are waiting,” I responded calmly, “So please leave.” Alastor growled angrily, and I knew I had pissed him off, “You belong with me, you belong to me.” “I don't think I do,” I snapped back.

“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.”

‘A win for you is a win for me,’ Juanzo was saying, ‘We can’t let that blond prick win. ‘Agreed.’ Derith replied. In the next instance, there wasn’t just one Hind, but four. ‘What the fuck?!’ Alastor growled, his head whipping around, trying to keep track of the true Hind as the copies zipped back and forth. In his state of confusion, a puff of fire billowed into his face. Letting out a yelp, he dropped down on his belly and flattened his ears. He cringed as heat seared along his back. Juanzo pinned him by the scruff of his neck before he could recover.

It was taking too much of me to stand straight before him, but I did my best. My jaw tightened as I came face-to-face with Alastor. He was floating in the air, and I could see his demon form, except that his skin was not entirely black like King Lucius, but that didn’t make him less terrifying. ‘Do not give him an idea you are my female.’ I blinked to send this mindlink to Thalia. I had no idea if Alastor knew that shifter’s eyes would fleck with whites when we connected with other minds, and at the moment, I didn’t want to put anyone in danger. So I shut off my mindlink as soon as I sent the message to my female.

He continued thrusting into her until she felt his cock jerking inside her as he filled her with his seed. Deep in the forest, just outside the borders of the Graystorm Pack, Sandrine staggered unsteadily through the trees before falling to the ground and lying there on a patch of grassy moss. Her clothes were filthy and disheveled, and her hair resembled a birds nest, with twigs and bits of leaves haphazardly sticking out from the matted clumps. Her smooth skin was covered in dirt and scratches that were oozing blood, but she hardly seemed to notice. But perhaps the most unusual thing about her appearance was her eyes, where her eyes had once been a deep ocean blue, they were now a lifeless