Fanart Alastor Novels & Stories

A chill raced down his spine. The soft sunlight slipped through a half-closed window, catching the cold gleam of the man they called Italy’s nightmare—Alastor Merikh Drystan. The Sovereign. The number one killer. Only thirty, yet feared like a god. At twelve, he was already drawn to business—and blood. Passion lived in both. Drenched in shadows, Drystan reclined on a chair, legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curled upward, but his eyes stayed fixed elsewhere—burning with calm, deadly intent.

I chuckled at first, assuming he was trying to mess with me with his usual morbid humor. He wasn't joking. “Why? Why me?!” I cried out. He laughed, “You didn't actually think that I would send my own daughter right?” A lump the size of a fist formed in my throat. I never truly saw him as family, and I knew my feelings weren't one-sided. But to think that he would do this to me. Alpha Raphael had a reputation that preceded him, a bad one, to say the least. He was cunning, cruel and vicious. The type of person one would bring up in a horror story that would send pups to sleep with nightmares.

I bare my stare hard into his skin. “Well, it seems you’ve really done your assignment then,” Elena says, breaking into my head. The man slowly draws his eyes over her. “And who the hell are you?” He pisses me off. “Don’t talk to her like that,” I cut in immediately. He returns to me, then his face slowly breaks into an evil grin. “Oh, wait, I think I know what is going on here. I just remembered something important.” He snorts again. “You must be that Luna who ran away from the alpha? Is that it? Is that correct?”

However, he had his honor to keep. “Good. You can leave now,” Alpha Alex said coolly. The moment Bianca went out, he grabbed the vase nearest to him and smashed it on the floor. He was furious. Ragnar entered and looked around. “You should be calm, Alpha,” Ragnar muttered. “That girl… That bitch!” Alpha Alex swore under his breath. “She dares to refuse me. I, the great Alpha Alex Drakonvale. You tell me, Ragnar. Is this normal?” “I will bring her to your feet!” Ragnar turned. He was going to find Bianca.

She glanced at me like it hurt to do so,and at that point it seemed her upper lip was always perpetually curled up–her nose wrinkled–whenever she stared at me. “Scorpion tattoos,” she said, no longer looking at me but at an empty space between us. “They seemed familiar,” Harris muttered. “Thank goodness I was able to bring one of them home with us.” I bolted up from my seat before I could stop myself, immediately feeling the judgemental stares of the family as they watched me curiously. “Um…I wanna see him,” I gave a shaky smile. “Is he in the house?” The alpha was the only one who nodded in response. “He is, we're going to get more answers from.”