Husk X Alastor Novels & Stories

Hugh on the other hand, kept a blank face when he heard the name Azazel. Hugh was seething in anger and hatred, inwardly. No one in the pack knew he was here in the vast human world, except X. X wasn't even a member of their pack, because he was an ancient witch. Hugh knew that Elios finding out where he was, spelled trouble.

I covered my lower body with the pant. "Alpha Xavier, it’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance once again, it's been a while," Alister said and I just grimaced in disgust. This guy thinks he can just come and destroy my lake on his own accord. Part of me wanted to inquire what the fuck he was doing, and the other part wanted to beat the shit out of him but if I did that, I’d cause only more problems for me and my pack. “Pleasure is all mine, but don't you think you’re crossing the line," I said looking from the dry depression where the lake used to be to the thick black cloud floating in the sky over it.

The sheer kinetic force of Silas’s swing was staggering, driven by a century of warfare and the absolute, blinding rage of a mated Alpha protecting his Luna. The blade sheared cleanly through the dark magic, the iron staples, and the rotting flesh. Silas sliced the massive Husk entirely in half. The creature’s upper torso hit the slick stone floor with a wet, heavy thud, toxic green blood splattering against my bare feet. The lower half stood frozen for a second before collapsing backward into the open shaft. But the victory lasted less than a heartbeat. The upper torso of the Husk didn't die. It dragged itself forward across the stone floor using its massive, grey hands, the toxic green fir

She had never experienced anything like this from any husk she had ever created. The grey cock plunged into her mouth and down her throat. There was no hesitation in the husk's movements, he was simply acting on instinct. The thick length had Alicia's mouth stretching even further to take him inside of her. Her teeth scraped along his stiff cock but the creature didn't care. The strong hand in her hair dragged her downward, forcing her to take even more of the grey pole.

A glance at Rylan, and I know she feels his presence. I look up and catch his gaze on me. His eyes are the first thing I notice. Light blue like the sky, but twinkling with silver flecks. A smile curves across his angular face, a bit of stubble growing across his chin. He is about a head taller than the other wolves in his pack, and all muscular. The only thing about him that screams regularity is the mop of brown hair sitting curled on top of his head. It looks as though he has run his fingers through it one to many times.

Thank goodness that I insisted on high-quality materials for all the pack's general building. Seeing that the door wouldn't open, they try to make us turn ourselves in. “Open the god damned door you fucking animals." Someone yells outside. Neither I nor Alena move, we silently stare at each other, anxiously waiting for the werewolf hunter's next move. Alena's hands are still covering her mouth, and she looks scared out of her mind. “Open the fucking door you abominations." The same person yells, even more desperately this time. The sound of something hitting the door increases. Not only one, but two people are desperately trying to break the door.

Worry and fear were etched all over her face, and before I asked her what was wrong, I caught a shadow from the corner of my eyes. My eyes narrowed at a tall, mysterious-looking man standing by the door behind my dad, who at first I thought was Hunter. But when I looked closer, I realized it was not him, but the spitting image of Hunter Ysrael. No, the original image and father of Hunter Ysrael, Alpha Marcus of the Cruelcrest Hounds pack. He was wearing all black, from the bulky leather coat, black slacks, to black ankle boots. Anyone would mistake him as a nightcrawler if he keeps popping up in the shadows. But more importantly, what is he doing here?

He tilted his head away from the lens so he could see the damage that Alex had done. Stupid Alpha.. Ash curse when he see a big red hickey marred his neck just above his mating gland. The bruise stood out in sharp contrast to the pale skin at his throat. Ash cheek burned hot, but the furious blush creeping up his neck as he stared at the mark wasn’t even enough to rival the kiss reddened skin there.

I hissed. He stood there like the arrogant jackass he was, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk tugging at his lips. The light from the hallway caught on the silver loop in his left ear, one that marked him as an Alpha heir to his pack. Not mine. Not that I cared. “I guess you lost your key to manners,” I snapped, my voice sharp and mortified. “Consent is a thing, look it up sometime.” His smirk deepened. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your little… solo session.”

For my lack of a wolf? The humiliation I’d made out of myself at the game tonight? Alpha Rhys Jaeger is known as the “Mad Alpha”, mentally deranged Coach who keeps himself off the ice during the games but keeps his pack hockey players in check. While he stands beside Alpha Silas, he looks more calm than the rumors portrayed, towering over even Silas’s pure muscles and height of 6 '2. Everyone knows about him. Or… thinks they do. They say he doesn’t have control when he shifts. That he’d killed Alphas during games, that he doesn’t keep wives, but sex slaves and trophies.