Fanart Alastor Novels & Stories

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.

' “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one being judged by an entire forest.’ ‘You’re doing fine.’ I didn’t know whether that reassurance was for me or for him. The altar pulsed again. But this time, unlike the others the energy didn’t stay in the stone. It spread across the clearing, through the ground, into the surrounding forest. The reaction was immediate. Wolves lifted their heads. Some shifted halfway without meaning to. Marcus’s observers looked genuinely alarmed now. “Alpha Hawthorne,” the spokesman said sharply, “your territory is reacting aggressively.” Damian didn’t even glance at him. “It’s not reacting to me.” Another pulse surged through the altar. Hard. My hand jerked against

Damien’s voice cut through the air, cold and commanding, the kind of tone that made armies halt. “Aldous. Remove your hand before I remove it for you.” Aldous froze. He turned slowly, his smirk faltering as he registered who stood behind him. Damien’s crystal blue eyes were chips of ice, his expression utterly devoid of the diplomatic mask he’d worn all evening. This was the Alpha of Shadow Fan, the tactical genius who’d crushed rivals with a whisper. The wolf inside Damien pushed forward, a low growl audible in the night air, vibrating with menace. Aldous recovered quickly, his arrogance a shield. “Alpha Damien,” he drawled, though his voice lacked its earlier bravado. “This isn’t your conc

he began slowly, “but I’ve received troubling reports that the Rogue Alpha is indeed amassing a following and issuing threats against the Darkwood pack. My fear is that he may strike soon.” The atmosphere within the hall shifted; Alpha Thane’s brows knitted together, his expression darkening with barely contained fury. A low, menacing growl rumbled from deep within his chest, resonating like distant thunder. “We will not sit idly by and let that happen, Alpha Caden. If he dares to threaten your pack, he will face us all.”

“Take the day. But don’t do anything stupid, Elsa. If you disappear again, I’ll make sure your Alpha husband knows exactly where to find you.” I froze. He meant it. Every word. I turned to go. Hand on the doorknob when… “Oh, one more thing,” he said lightly. I looked back. He held up his phone. A red light blinked on the screen. Recording. My blood turned to ice. He smiled. “Everything we just discussed? Your real name, your past, all of it, it’s recorded. It's for insurance, you understand.” “You bastard.” “Pragmatist,” he said. “I protect my investments.” His eyes glinted. “And you, Elsa Marin, are an investment I don’t intend to lose.”

Either the alcohol fumes were getting to me, or he was high on some shit. "Where's Alpha Patton? - Listen cousin, we don't need him! Come on, lay it on me, me kasa... whatever the fuck kasa, ke? - Diego, I don't have time for this, where is ALPHA PATTON!? - He's dead." The words struck me to my core, forcing me to practically snap my neck to see who had spoken from behind. It didn't take much of a look for me to recognize Felix's iconic red mane as he stood by.

It's all a recipe for creating obsessed stalker fangirls, and the reason that Alastaire's fans – or Alastaire's Angels, as they call themselves - are particularly aggressive and territorial over him. When it comes to fan numbers though, the most popular band member by far is Fable’s lead singer, Felix. Where Alastaire is sun-kissed and light, Felix is all shadows and mystery – his trademark longish dark brown hair, hazel eyes and vampire-pale skin seem to have half the girls in the world under his spell. The fact that he's rude, arrogant and unnervingly cold doesn't seem to matter to his legions of fans. Some girls like jerks. I'm not one of them. I love Fable, but that doesn't extend to eve

I swear there was something wrong with her. I jumped off the now broken desk and landed in front of the boys. I could have sworn I saw them crying, or was it just my imagination. The whole thing was ironic though. Imagine seeing two boys crying because of a white wolf that normally looked adorable. Alana cackled evilly at the situation. "Please don't eat us. We won't try to fight again. I forgive him and he forgives me. I promise that we will live in peace and harmony from now. We won't-" I cut off the blonde guy's rant with a growl.

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.