Human 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.

We get out of the car and just as my door closes, the red one of the cottage opens and a tall, muscular man with sandy blonde hair and warm brown eyes smiles tiredly at us. "Luna!" He yells. "It's so nice to finally meet you. I'm Callum. Your Gamma. As soon as we get our little sprout on a normal schedule I will be your right hand." I bounce up the stairs and pull him into a hug. He looks exhausted and I have nothing but warm feelings for him. "It's nice to meet you too! Now where is the little troublemaker? According to Sam I can be of some assistance." He smiles and leads me into the cottage.

I called her name again, but the moaning and the whimpers didn’t stop. Patrea came and grabbed the phone. I wanted not to give it to her, but her force was too strong, and she was able to take it from me. “Althea!” She yelled. Her eyes watered as she looked at Lucius. They stared at each other, and I was sure they were communicating through their mental connection. A devil’s smirk tugged on his mouth as he took the phone from her. “Let me introduce you to the underworld’s prince of deception, Alastor of Athwart.”

Is that the reason why his pale face is covered in Blush? Who could the unlucky bumpkin be? “Heyyy…Heyyy..Heyyy..Earth to Alastor….Earth To Alastor..” I called and he immediately snapped out of his so called trance. Instead of his ungrateful self to thank me for breaking that chain, he wanted to bite my arm off, could you imagine. My arm. I snapped it away from him, I mean, how would I drill into girl pussy's without my fingers? “Woah! Did you become more animalistic?” I asked and his glare doubled.

The moment the door shut behind us, she spun to face me, eyes wide enough to pop out of her head. "Azura, did you just touch him?" "I didn't touch him," I corrected, laughing despite myself. "He touched me." She stared at me like I'd just announced I could fly. "That was Alpha Alaric." She dropped her voice, though the excitement in it was impossible to hide. "Do you have any idea how unbelievable that is?" I shook my head. "You said anyone who touches him freezes to death." "I did," she said quickly. "His element is ice. People avoid getting near him because even a simple touch can freeze them solid. He's one of the hardest Alphas to approach. The only other one people are that afraid to to

From the moment he spoke, it was clear he didn't have any great love for witches. It's a good job you weren't around when I first came to help Silverdale, Barach thought even as she gritted her teeth and stepped forward to bow her head respectfully. "Yes, I am Barach Michaels. I can only assume that you are Lester Silverdale, the werewolf alpha."

"Can I come in?" "Sure!" She let him in and thought in wonderment how he knew her name. He didn't look like a police officer but he dressed like a private agent or someone from the FBI. Shivers ran down her spine at the thought of having to be accused of something she had no idea of. Gesturing for him to sit, Alma offered to get him a drink but he turned it down with a polite smile. "I don't think I'll be wasting much time here, Ma'am. I'm an Argent and I do think werewolf activities are going on in your home," He began.

With a growl, he shook off the lanky one and in the next second his claws brushed across the short man’s cheeks who bent to the ground howling in pain. The hunky man who was holding Sandilo was astounded to see Sandilo’s partial transformation. He released Sandilo and blurted, “How did you do that?” Sandilo didn’t reply. He just twisted his arms glaring at him. “I am Rex, the Alpha of the Norman Pack. I am sorry we had a rough start. Can’t we start over?” The man said shifting his weight from one foot to another. Sandilo glared at him. His hands were itching to beat him up. He clenched his teeth and took a few deep breaths before replying, “Alright… I am the Alpha of Bloodmoon Wisdom Pack…”

The washed-up alpha and his pack stood handing out aid to the town folk while boy wonder headed towards the source of everyone's anguish. "Let's see how Mr High 'N' Mighty fares against hellfire, shall we!" I retorted with a chuckle; staying in the shadows, I followed the turd to the church grounds. The horror that spread across his face as he looked up at the ominous flames was hysterical! "Call yourself an Alpha, yet you quiver and shake at the sight of a tiny fire!" I laughed to myself, watching him curiously.

Rayka and Sylvester stood in the dimly lit room, the tension palpable. The unexpected visitor, a tall figure cloaked in shadows, had arrived with news that could alter the course of their fight against the unseen enemy. "You claim to have critical information about the threat we face," Rayka began, her voice steady but cautious. "Why should we trust you?" The visitor stepped forward, revealing a face marked by scars and weariness. "My name is Alaric," he said, his voice rough but sincere. "I was once a member of your enemy’s inner circle. I’ve seen their plans, their true nature."