Hh Alastor Novels & Stories

But this house, was something else. “This is the packhouse.” April said. A large bald black guy came out of the house. He was really intimidating, and I knew he had to be Osiris. Fucking Alpha Osiris I mean. He walked up to us and I had to fucking tell myself to breath. My first instinct was to run away, but if he meant me harm, he would have killed me sooner. Right?

Myla frowned. “What do you mean by that?" Henry grinned. “The Alpha King isn't known to be a monster for nothing. He hardly buys human slaves but the ones he had bought in the past are all dead. Rumor has it that his demon feeds on them at night but don't worry, you'll get to experience that soon" Myla's eyes widened. What an atrocity! That can't be true, can it? Before she could think more on that, Henry grabbed her roughly and tied her hands with chains which ended up hurting her wrist.

We approached a group of individuals, their eyes sharp and calculating, as if they were assessing me from head to toe. Dorian's voice, smooth and reassuring, broke the tension. "Allow me to introduce you to some of our esteemed guests, my love," he said, his words laced with a protective undertone. "This is Elder James, a vampire elder, renowned for his shrewdness and wisdom." Lord Aldrich, with his piercing gaze and distinguished demeanor, inclined his head politely. "A pleasure to meet you, Luna Monroe," he said, his voice a velvet whisper that carried an air of authority.

"That is what makes it more... should I say complicating?" "This should be my fault," Hazel whispered. "Maybe I did something or—" "Nah, far from that. He was okay when you finished. Trust me when I say nothing of this happened because you went into his mind." "Really?" "Yes," Abe nodded. "Besides, you don't have the ability to cast spells or curses. Jake was cast with an alchzic curse, accompanied by brain-shattering pain. He will eventually die if not properly attended to." "Alchzic curse?" Dallan questioned, his brows furrowed in confusion. "What the hell does that mean?"

~Third Person~ As soon as those words leave Houston’s lips, everyone stops. Alayasia is horrified that Houston could be so spontaneous. Houston is determined to protect his family, and the Elder is lost. The air becomes still, and silence envelopes the room. It is broken by the sinister laugh that slips from Geoffroy’s lips.

Alec asked. I let out a breath. “Not only do we have the Night Bane pack infiltrating our lands, but the Luna has a stalker. Which seems to be more than one person.” I let my words sit for a moment. “Not only that, but the stalker has someone inside the pack helping them.” Alec stood. “What do you mean, someone inside the pack?” Harlow sighed and rolled her eyes. I could feel that she didn’t like him, and unless they figured it out, my Luna and my second in command would never get along. She opened the envelope and handed half the stack of pictures to Alec and the other half to Joe.

he declared. Some friends. He turned to Hailey. "You stay here." Hailey pouted. "You are no fun!" And that's how I ended up at the club. My heart was pounding and anger radiated inside me as I watched the vampire slut slurping my mate's blood. Oh, hell no. "YOU ASSHOLE!" I screamed at Ambrose, that dickhead. He groaned and pushed Chloe off but too late. I already witnessed the abomination. I am so going to kill him.

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.