Funny Alastor Novels & Stories

My eyes were blurred while Kari grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "Holy shit! Danny are you okay!?" She yelled over something. It sounded like sobbing. Was I crying? Sure enough, I was choking on my tears. She hugged me and pulled me away from the door. I focused on my breathing and tried to compose myself. Alastor was not happy, to say the least. He was growling, snarling, and snapping at everyone that wasn't me. But what matters is that he's in the holding cell and I'm still alive. Once I stopped crying, I walked toward the holding cell. Alastor was sitting in the back corner, glaring at everyone till his eyes landed on me. A look of determination flashed in his eyes. But it was gone mere

A deep voice spoke, and I froze. I turned my face to the side to see a man, staring out the window, his back to me. He was tall, blonde hair brushed back, and long sleeve shirt that hugged his body tightly. But what caught my attention was his physique— he looked oddly familiar, even though his voice was not. "Who are you?" I managed to ask. "How long have you been here? Why am I drugged?" I heard him laugh, and the sound send chills down my spine. "How many questions do you have for me, sweetheart?" Now he turned sideways. "If you must know, I am Alastor."

“I am afraid you will be nauseous and throw up.” His jaw clenched, brows knitted together in confusion. I won't get close to him because he looked like he was sick when I was in the car with him. He didn't understand. He was clueless and he looked like an idiot. I wanted to laugh but somehow, managed to stop myself. Yeah, Chelsea! You can't laugh. “Oh, you think being close to you makes me pregnant.” Alastair deadpanned. And he didn't realize he joked. He really did. To my surprise, the humorless future king of Walaland joked! It was so bad. But now, I can't not laugh anymore.

I was looking for him, but I was not the only one. A presence shifted behind me. I did not turn immediately. There was no need. “You think too loudly,” a familiar voice said. I exhaled slowly. “You always appear where you are not welcome.” Alastor stepped into view with his usual calm, the kind that came from knowing most people could not touch him even if they tried. Apostle of Ra. Exiled on paper, tolerated in practice. “That is an interesting complaint,” he replied. “Coming from a man who treats contracts like loose guidelines.”

For each surviving player. Five of us left. That meant five times the fury coming down on our heads. The silence that followed was thick with that unspoken math. I could see it on their faces—Spark’s earlier vicious glee gone, replaced by a pale realization. Marcus’s pragmatic calm cracking at the edges. Even Liam’s steady composure seemed strained. The image of a horde of Jenna-like creatures, amplified and ravenous, was enough to freeze anyone’s blood. A low, humorless laugh escaped me. It cut through the gloom like a shard of glass. “We’ve still got daylight. You all look like you’re already planning your funeral.”

She raised an eyebrow, looking both confused and annoyed, “…If you come willingly then it wouldn't be considered a kidnapping.” Alastor cracked out laughing. What the fuck, why is his mate so funny? She's so cute too and this amount of cuteness in one person shouldn't be even legal! He stumbled a bit as he clumsily tried to wrap an arm around her shoulders–the next thing he knew, he ended up in her arms, still laughing, “You're so funny, Winters and... and so cool, like... so chill. You're so fucking chill and it's unfair because you're so perfect...”

‘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.

I should be annoyed by his manhandling, but I was impressed by the way he could just pick me up and toss me around wherever he wanted. Alastor plodded away from the now abandoned campsite and toward the road, as faithful and predictable as a machine. There was something expressive about his face though, that made me love the creature. It seemed like he had his own opinions and ideas about what was happening, but he kept those opinions to himself. "Any news from the Water Court, at least?" Fynn asked. It was a weak attempt at conversation, but I appreciated it.

I nearly dropped my glass. "Can't sleep?" Alaric was standing there, a tumbler of amber liquid in his hand. He had stripped off his suit jacket and tie, the top buttons of his white shirt undone. He looked less like the untouchable CEO and more like the man I used to watch from the stairs when he visited my father. "The room is a bit quiet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. I focused on filling my glass from the dispenser, my hands trembling just enough for the ice to clink against the rim.

“Not so fast.” We look up and see Alastor in his human form. He has a malicious grin as I see his eyes turn red. He is going to cook us alive. As he prepares to throw a fireball at us he is struck in the shoulder with an ice spear. He growls and glares at Maliyah. “Wait your turn my dear niece.”