Hazbin Hotel Alastor Human Novels & Stories

I pulled in a shaking breath, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “As you know… what’s been happening with him isn’t normal.” My throat closed for a second, but I pushed through. “He slipped from our suite, ran like something was pulling him. The staff found him under the hotel pool water, deep—unconscious. They pulled him out, and brought him here. But Gabriel…” My voice cracked, my hands tightening around each other. “When I saw him on that screen before he fell… it wasn’t my son’s face anymore. It was his. That old man’s face, smiling at me through my boy.” For a long moment, Gabriel didn’t move. Then he sat, though deliberately keeping distance between us, his hands steepled, his expression

His eyes travel from the Alpha, over to the witch that has come to our rescue once before. The foolish human must think that she is our ally. A scoff leaves my wolfish lips, echoing around in Henry’s head. Witches are not allies of anyone but themselves and the sooner this human learns that the better off he will be. “You can not hide behind this witch forever Henry.” His voice comes out in a low growl, the sound intimidating the cowardly human.

Alex asks eagerly. "What's up with what?" Damian replies grumpily. "Really?" Alex says, "Well, I just heard from my father that Allison will be returning to the pack by the weekend," he continues with excitement in his voice. "Is that why you called me?" Damian asks him. "Do you even remember who Allison is?" Alex asks, noticing Damian's lack of enthusiasm. Damian pauses for a moment before responding, "Why should I be excited that that human is coming back?" he says with irritation in his voice.

Hector stood nearby as well, monitoring Agathus’ condition. “Is he alright?” She asked, approaching the three of them. Hector nodded. “Yes, thankfully”. Alastair straightened up just as he spoke. No longer was he confused and distraught, and left in his wake was a strong man who had plans that must proceed. “No! He- He’s responsible for all the goblin infestations around the Empire! He’s planning a human genocide!” Screamed Darron, who ignored the taunts of his retired Mage and the soldiers that once obeyed his every will, and now threatened him.

He says to him. “Mmmmh, That might be a very good idea, But you’ll still stay here as we do the rest doctor, keep your prayers high” He says in an evil way walks away from the room as the security guards lock every single door. The Gaylord goes to the security room to check out the CCTV footage. He sees on the middle chair, and starts looking at every single footage from that day, he looks keenly and watches the doctor walking away. He finally comes to the part where Alfred the Vampire appears from nowhere and picks the briefcase, He pauses the footage to get a clear look he zooms on everything and finally could see his face. He stops everything and walks out of the room.

My wolf and I felt no warmth from him as he circled his talons around my wrist, pulling me so hard away from Trenton, my arm broke. “Brother?” Trenton raised a question with confusion dancing behind his eyes. “She is mine," Alastor thundered. His voice was so heavy, it rumbled against my eardrum. “She is my mate," Trenton corrected. “No little brother, she is my mate," Alastor shoved me away as he rolled his dress shirt to his elbows and crouched, ready to fight.

I ask, looking between the two of them, hoping they're wrong. "As we said. We're not entirely sure at the moment. But we've scheduled a meeting with him. His lawyers will be present. Our lawyer has advised that we come up with a list of terms of agreement to ensure the safety of the pack." Zavian confesses, making me furrow my brows. "Wait, a second. Lawyers will be involved?" I reply, catching onto the one detail they seemed to have omitted. "Uh... Yes... Because Kaiden Marks is human." Colt interjects, making my brows go wide in disbelief. Are they seriously considering what's at stake right now? Do they really expect me to sell my pack to a human?!

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.

This was the perfect hiding spot, it was crowded with drunk humans and witches hate the spotlight but werewolves, they would absolutely love this type of party. I thought uncomfortably as I turned to leave and ran right into a nightmare. "Exodus!" I breathed seeing him come out with a trail of familiar werewolves with my pack's scent. They were all dressed in normal everyday wear blending perfectly with humans as I feared. "A message from your brother. A human can never be our Luna." He sneered his face harshly with hatred that I very much deserved from him. They all drew silver knives from their pockets. "You would turn your backs on your own alpha?"

When they walk in, the air is thick with the scent of a hundred different wolves—a dizzying, aggressive musk that makes Juniper’s head spin. At the center of the hall, on a raised dais, sit the five High Alphas. Malakai is among them, leaning back in his chair with a smug, predatory grin. In the center sits Alpha Silas, a man so old his hair is the color of woodsmoke, and his eyes are almost entirely white. "Alpha Sterling," Silas’s voice echoes, sounding like stones grinding together. "And his... human." Alaric bows his head slightly—the only sign of respect he will give. "My Luna, Juniper."