Fanart Alastor Novels & Stories

A bald head with a deep scar running from the corner of his right eye to his jaw, one of the many scars he had gotten from battle. He was thickly muscled. Heavy metal chains adorned his biceps and his fists, and even when he shifted, the chains remained around his lycan form, giving him a terrible look. Talon was taking a walk around his territory, his face twisted into a vicious scowl. His hands were clasped behind him, the metals clinking with every step he took. His ruthless dark eyes observed a group of rogues as they dug into the hard earth, creating a well where they would store more water. It hadn't been easy living in these barren land, and with each passing day, his hatred for Alpha

“I’m fine, really. I don’t need—” “It’s a crime to reject an invitation from the Alpha’s mother,” Adolphus’s voice interrupted as he stepped into the room, his presence as overwhelming as ever. He leaned casually against the doorway, his black eyes gleaming with mischief as he smirked at her. He was in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans, his usual cocky energy radiating from him. Seraphina’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” “I never kid,” he replied smoothly, straightening and sauntering further into the room. “You’d better sit down, Butterfly, before my mother takes offense.”

I gripped it, hoping the pain would subside. “Calm down,” he stated softly, rising from his chair with his hands held up in surrender. “You are safe.” My heart hammered in my chest and confusion swirled around my head. The moment I remembered what Tyris and Ivy did to me, my chest heaved, and my body began to shake as sorrow racked through me. “Who are you?” I mustered the courage to still ask further questions. “I am Liam Hendrix,” he started, exuding dominance with his Greek jaw. “Alpha of the Clawson pack.”

' Chris blushed in embarrassment as his ears turned rosy pink. Moving forward, Chris does not seem to understand Isaac at all. Isaac was a Beta werewolf and most Betas Chris knew of; has gone crazy for Gammas like Cecilia, no matter their gender and hybrid status. Other than her ridiculously enlarged bosom, her whole body was a perfect top-notch. As compared to Nathan's and Isaac's Gamma basketball coach, Alessia Miller, Alessia was shorter than Cecilia, standing at just 5'2. Unlike Cecilia, Alessia was one rank higher than her when it comes to status as she was the middle-seed Gamma were-rabbit. Despite having well-built bodies, Chris found Alessia lacking in the chest area as she has a fla

Since he's a werewolf, he will heal, but it will be painfully slow. Allen walked back over to Jia and held her by her collar so she could look at her directly. "Listen to you, ugly bitch! It's really sad that Monika, Type, and Ashly are related to you because they are beautiful. You, however, look like the bottle of a scuffed high heel; I'm sure plastic surgery can help you with that. But listen closely. I don't want you to miss what I'm saying; it's really important. If you ever go near my mouse, I will know. If you send someone to hurt her, I will know. If you so much as lool or breathe in her direction, I will know! You see, my mouse is my family, and I would kill to keep her safe. You ha

The claim is visible in the way the room parts. Seraphine stands near the inner doors with Alder. She sees us. Her expression does not change. The wounded pride from the north-wing conversation is still sealed under composure. Alder looks colder—a man who has already written the ending and is only waiting for the clerks to formalize it. A clerk opens the doors. “Alpha Voss. The review is called.” We walk in.

“Damn, it's really dark. Like Dark Dark, normal humans can't see at this rate and the moon is Dark, just the outline to know that it's the moon. Something like an eclipse,” “Oh, no!” Her lips trembled like she knew why the moon was fucking dark. If it has something to do with my mate I swear I'll kill them both and wipe the entire clan of the witches. “I think I know what Alfie is doing,” I balled my hands into a fist, I had zero patience stored within me ready to unleash the greatest demon in me. “Then what the fuck is He planning to do, speak.” “He is trying to open the gates of hell,” Gina gasped, I gritted my teeth, and Dexter took a deep breath.

Carter comments. I know what he means. I am worried but I also know that Aliya is not a little girl anymore. She now has a pack to protect not to mention her pup. If anything is a force to be reckoned with it is a mother protecting her child. There is a knock on the door to Carter’s office. Carter yells at the person to come in. Dreston walks in with his trademark smirk on his annoying face. “Well hay kids how ya’ll doing?” Dreston asks.

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.

After that no more families came to foster her. "Hellooooooo...." Mandi waved her hand in front of Ally's far off stare. Snapping back to the present, Alyssa saw the green eyes that belong to the tall, auburn hair, annoyingly happy orphan, that was looking at her with such concern. "Happy Birthday, Ally cat." Mandi smiled as she turned to rummage through Alyssa's dresser. "It's your eighteenth birthday how do you feel? Any different?" She almost cooed.