Human Alastor Novels & Stories

The closest wolf shifts back to his human form, a disgusting leer on his face as he stands in front of me, too close, so I'd have to touch him to go anywhere. "Well well well, aren't you a pretty thing, and so turned on, I can smell you a mile away." He grins at me but when he speaks, I know it's for Abaddon. "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but maybe I can help you out while your boyfriend's busy with my friends." "Don't fucking touch her." Abaddon shouts, then grunts as one of the men kicks him in the stomach. My eyes don't leave the dark green ones of the man in front of me, there's no speck of kindness or compassion in them, there's a reason this man isn't part of a pack and all I can think i

He commented caressing her coarse face and looking at with worried expression. "And you old witch get yourself new home, move out from from here because I guess they will come again in few days. And Alexa you can also move out from here and live a healthy lifestyle. My work is finished, now I must get back to my home ," he said and assembled his clothes. Perfect example of clean shaven young man!! Alexa transformes into her human form and looked with her teary eyes at Alastor. "What? Do you need anything? I will give you some cash and a villa's address. You can start your new life!" He said out of sympathy. "No, I don't want all this. I want to serve you , master!"

There was certainly something odd about him—something that had attracted her Alpha werewolf stepbrother to the guy. ‘It’s his scent,’ Scarlett realised, hoping the humans hadn’t noticed her just sniffing at the air like a common dog. His smell wasn’t like other humans, but it wasn’t like a werewolf either. ‘Maybe he really IS the antichrist.’ It would certainly make her new school life more interesting, she thought with a dreamy grin. He was most likely just a nice but quirky guy in black eyeliner. "It seems like you are just as much a victim of Queen Sienna as everyone else," Erin commented between mouthfuls of her apple. A trail of juice dripped down her chin and she wiped it away with a s

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."