Human Alastor Novels & Stories

I didn’t come all the way up here for that. I turned towards the altar only for footsteps to echo behind me. It wasn't the witch—she was still standing behind the pool. A familiar figure emerged from the dark and I froze in my spot. “Mr. Westley?” “Hello, Alpha Calix.” A growl rumbled deep in my chest at beholding the traitor from my pack. “What are you doing here, Westley?” “I came to see my friend,” he said. “Your friend?” My hands clenched into fists. “You did not only betray me, you turned to the witch?” My gaze narrowed and a gasp escaped my lips. “Is that what I’m thinking? Did you connive with this witch to betray my father?”

Everyone turned toward the direction of the voice, and there stood the one person no one had expected. Elyon! As Alex gazed at the Moon Shine Alpha, he struggled to prevent his wolf from shifting completely. Xan emitted a threatening growl, wanted to go for Elyon's head and shred him into pieces. Although Alex managed to control his wolf somewhat, he couldn't stop it from partially transforming. The first signs of fur began emerging on his skin, his eyes shifted to blood red, and claws extended.

"I am honored you chose my altar. Every runaway pair deserves a sacred moment under the neon moon." "Yeah, and to hell with the laws of the High Council," I mutter. He wags a clawed finger at me. "There is no cursing at this altar, High Alpha. We run a wholesome sanctuary." The fake bard peers into my glassy eyes for a split second, his brow arching. "Great Spirits, what kind of root did you snort tonight? Your pupils are wider than a blood-moon. You are flying high, aren't you?"

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.”

“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.”

The voice was a person now: “I know you; you are Aaron Silva.” “You know me, but I don't know you,” the alchemist moved a bit closer. “You do,” the man continued, “you saw me at Setrana.” “I did?” “Yes, you did.” “Now, I remember, you are Alstir. But, I thought…” “I'm not dead, as you can see.” “How is that possible?” “I created my other self in the dreamfort, until this parts dies, I'm still alive.”

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.

“Thanks to you, everyone is back to life, including our mother. I have held her down from searching for you, I promised that I would bring you home.” “That sounds like a YOU problem. I'm going nowhere with you Alastor,” I declared. “Melonie, I'm trying to be nice here,” Alastor menacingly muttered. “You are not my family, neither are the mother and father you claim are waiting,” I responded calmly, “So please leave.” Alastor growled angrily, and I knew I had pissed him off, “You belong with me, you belong to me.” “I don't think I do,” I snapped back.

“That’s true. But this territory is also traversed by ordinary humans. I’m friends with him (pointing at Cyrus with his chin), so I know this territory well. And I saw a car there, which means an ordinary human passed through, and you killed them.” “Bullshit!” the man shouted. “Stop all this, Alastor. Let me take them away. This is enough, and I assure you, they won't come back.” Ben tried to make a bargain. Alastor laughed mockingly. “No. Give me the child, or he dies.” “He's just a child Alastor, for God's sake! He's the same age as your daughter! He's already suffered enough with that curse! As a father, don't you have any compassion?!”

In that moment Ally felt like an object. A blinding light appeared and as the light died she could make out a figure. It was a massive and winged. A pair of human feet walked over the glass towards them and seemed to leave the owner unaffected. Ally instinctively put the little boy behind her and began walking away from what was now two men. A demon and a black winged angel. “It was me, Gabriel. Leader of the army of heaven.” His voice boomed. She had never seen two better looking men in the same room.