Realistic Alastor Novels & Stories

I wasn’t scared of this guy. Even if his plastic smile and opaque eyes gave him all the charisma of some kind of creepy sci-fi replicated human that didn’t quite pass as a real person. The hour and the lighting didn’t help. “It’s my business to keep an eye on Mr. MacKenna’s assets,” he said. “This isn’t somewhere you should be, Mr. Castelli.” Completely putting aside his categorization of me as one of MacKenna’s “assets,” the fuck? I took a long drag on my neglected cigarette, aiming my exhale in his direction. The smoke parted around him like the Red Sea. Gods, I hated magical assholes.

He opened his eyes and stared at me, all the while his eyes were closed, I was glaring at him, suddenly his eyes opened and I faked a smile "I do." "What?" "Sorry!" He apologizes, and I stare blankly why is he apologizing when he is the alpha, he could do whatever he wishes. "Do you want to be the only woman that makes me feel like heaven?" "Uh!" I played with the hair on his chest, and he smiled. "Only if you let me have you anytime." "But you can't have me anytime if I live at the brothel, you don't want to keep a prostitute as a mistress, you and I know no pack members will want their alpha to associate with a harlot, especially one with a mark of a prostitute."

“No, you are not crazy,” Alastor said about to take a step forward towards her but seeing the expression of wonderment, confusion and wariness on her face, he sighed and stayed put, “Please brace yourself for what you are going to see next.” He said and then taking a deep breath in he closed his eyes and opened it again when Vevina saw that they were once again pitch black. She wanted to ask what was the trick that he was using to do it when she saw that Alastor’s hands that had been hanging on both his sides slowly started shaking. The nails elongated along with the fingers as hair sprouted out covering his wrist and the rest of it slowly started looking more and more like that of a beast’s

“You are so subtle.” “I know,” I offered him before his lips met mine. He tasted like sweat and honey. I pulled him closer to me, attempting to topple him into the tub with me. “You can just ask, you know.” Alastor stood back up leaving me to watch him. He gripped the back of his shirt with one hand and tore it off over his head. His muscles slightly rolled and flexed with every moment. His body was speckled with scars, which I found so sexy. He rolled down his shorts and underwear at the same time. His delicious colossal cock sprung free. His whole body shimmered in faint sweat, it made my mouth water.

“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.”

A deep voice spoke, and I froze. I turned my face to the side to see a man, staring out the window, his back to me. He was tall, blonde hair brushed back, and long sleeve shirt that hugged his body tightly. But what caught my attention was his physique— he looked oddly familiar, even though his voice was not. "Who are you?" I managed to ask. "How long have you been here? Why am I drugged?" I heard him laugh, and the sound send chills down my spine. "How many questions do you have for me, sweetheart?" Now he turned sideways. "If you must know, I am Alastor."

ELARA'S POV The door to his room opens at 2 AM. Kael steps in and for a moment he doesn't see me. He just stands there, swaying slightly, and I realize he's not drunk. There's no smell of alcohol. He's just... broken. His jacket is gone. His tie is loose. His face is gray in the dim light. He looks like someone who has been hollowed out from the inside. "Kael." He turns. His eyes find me. They're red-rimmed, unfocused, like he's looking through me rather than at me.

He knows that I’m aware of what he’s done and he’s terrified that his world is about to be cracked open like a rotten egg. "Lair", Low roars; he follows this with a swift kick to Dutton’s knee. I almost cringe at the snapping sound and the way his leg sort of buckles in on itself. I’ve seen some nasty shit in myb life but the bone sticking out above Dutton’s leg might make it to the top of the list; I can see the muscle squirming and writhing like it's trying to cling to life. “Fuck, I swear I didn’t. Alpha, please believe me.” Dutton whimpers; he’s trying to look down at his mangled leg but he can’t thanks to the way his arms are secured.

He shuts the door and leans on it with a phone to his ear. What? This lunatic has been making a call this entire time. “Hey! Psycho!!” I yell, staring daggers at him but he ignores me, talking back to the person on the line. “Tell the stupid director that if it's money he wants, he should name a price so we can get this deal fucking finished. I’m running out of patience!” Oh! He’s not a normal psycho. Just a rich stupid one. “Hey! I’m talking to you!!” I reach to his right ear, snatch the phone out of his hand then smash it on the ground. “Now I have your attention. You hit-”

All I know is that when all seems lost and I am at the point of death, about to cross the bridge between life and death, I am resurrected, fully charged with powers and strength unimaginable. I know that is why people are afraid of me; they should be. I have looked at death, I have seen his face, and I have lived. I have gone to the other side and come back. I am not afraid of anything. That is why I am confident that I won't be defeated by a mere alpha. I am 100 percent sure that that is Clayton's voice. The slimy bastard thinks that he can protect himself from me by using people like he always does.