Realistic Alastor Novels & Stories

The sight of him that way terrified me to my roots. As in the manner of dreams, the landscape of Alpha Chester's pack house suddenly fell behind, and I found myself in my family's house again. But this time, I was inside the house, and Alina was above me on the stairs, as we had been in the beginning. There was rage in her eyes, like before. But apart from that, her face had also turned into that of her wolf, which was even more horrifying than ever. Then she raised a hand to slash me across the face, and that landscape shattered as well.

“Demons. But they feed on s-” Ally looked at me with her eyebrow raised but I just looked away. “Oh god,” Rachel said as what I tried to stop myself from saying clicked. “I didn’t realize they could manipulate reality like that… it almost sounds like he put you in a dream or nightmare,” I added, trying to refocus. I looked at Ally but she just looked lost.

“I have assessed the warriors here. The werecats are as good as they claim.” “I say we hear them out and take it from there,” an Alpha responded calmly. I now recognized him as who must be Sam’s friend's father from his description. Alpha Isaac of Blue Mountain. “I’m not hearing out these usurpers, and they are not making ludicrous demands of you,” Alpha Raymond shot back, a vein in his forehead popping out. That was good, better than expected, actually. He was making himself look bad instead of powerful, as he probably thought he was portraying.

I whispered, “you’d laugh. I can’t even scrub a floor without awakening a cursed king.” “You talk to yourself when you think I’m not listening,” came Kael’s voice, deep and edged with amusement. I jumped. He stood a few feet away, shadows hugging his broad frame like armor. The black of his eyes caught the firelight — not human, not mortal. There was something ancient in that gaze, something that made me forget to breathe. “I wasn’t talking to myself,” I lied. He arched a brow. “You were talking to ghosts. That’s worse.”

Alastor replied dismissively. “What’s it for?” Ashton pressed. “That’s none of your business,” Alastor shot back, his demeanor shifting to one of irritation. He has to be an alpha since he confidently spoke to Ashton that way, and Ashton appeared to be wary around him. After a moment, Ashton asked out of the blue, “Are you responsible for the note?” “What note?” Alastor asked, puzzled. Either he doesn't know, or he is such a good actor. But we certainly can't tell that yet.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a little riled up. I could have sworn someone was following me.” Even as she said the words, she glanced over her shoulder and into the trees. In an instant Layon propelled himself over the ditch, rushing toward her like a protective slab of pure muscle. All too late Angel realized just how close and utterly naked he was, and yet he seemed entirely unconcerned with it, his entire body tensed, ready to spring to her defense. She barely managed to stifle an eye roll. Alpha males.

“If you keep up with that, you're gonna leave me with a bruised arm,“ She eyed his grip, with clenched teeth. “Fucking let go already.“ “Just one night,“ Arthur rasped, tightening his grip around her waist. Standing on the dancefloor, with the multi-coloured chandelier directly over their head, Arthur knew he was prone to getting attention. It was a bold move standing at that spot longer than a minute. A very bold move, for someone who dreaded scandals. “Let me go! I've seen your likes, dealt with them…“ “I doubt anyone could be as agonized as I am. So no, you haven't seen my likes as I'm the only one of my kind,“ “If you're willing to wager your life just for a night with some random

It wasn't funny at all. When I looked up, the groan I had been withholding brought itself out as I saw the face towering above me with its stern features: the no smiling face, arms crossed at a taut belly with the muscles bulging out, veins showing themselves on the hard face, legs extended to stand firmly on the ground and lips pulled into a tight line. I was looking into the very pissed face of Alpha Derek, the alpha of the Night Fire pack, the most dangerous and most feared pack in Lycan country and also my boss whom I respected so much.

I growled; the second Red looked at the wolf suspiciously, Ares coming forward in a warning, my eyes burned with the fiery red of my alleged alpha wolf. "She's on board!" Ares confirmed, making me grin sinisterly, shooting a wink at my girl before teleporting to where I sensed the darkness looming, stalking and watching us like some scientist watching their experiment unravel. "So you're a watcher, hmm. Get off on watching others get frisky! You kinky bastard!" I chuckled, leaning up the tree behind him, grinning seeing him turn to face me. Styled blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, tanned and insanely handsome while radiating superiority, dressed in his designer suit and loafers! Standing out

“You’re delusional if you think I’m going along with that.” I turned to stalk away. But before I could make it to the door, two men appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. They blocked my path, their expressions blank but their intentions clear. Their hands reached out and grabbed my arms. “Let go of me!” I yelled, struggling under their grip. "Fucking gorillas! Let me go!" "You agreed to the terms, Cassandra." Professor Marcus stepped forward. "There’s no turning back now.” I struggled against their grip, my mind scrambling for an escape. “This is insane! You can’t just—”