Novel & Cerita Realistic Alastor

In that moment, my heart finally died completely. My hands trembling, I took out my private phone and called my brother. "I'm at the Storm Pack cemetery. Come get me now. And bring some fake body parts—shredded ones. Oh, and bring a high-level Witch, too." Twenty minutes later, my brother jumped out of a royal helicopter with a dozen warriors. Seeing me lying on the ground, on the verge of passing out, the eyes of the iron-willed Alpha King turned red. He looked ready to storm off and kill Lucas right then and there.

His gray eyes glinted like steel as he stepped into the clearing, a cruel smirk on his lips. “Well, well,” he said smoothly. “The infamous Damon Blackwood and his… plus-sized little mate. Adorable. But easily broken.” I froze. My stomach churned. My insecurities screamed. But Damon’s hands were on my waist in an instant, possessive, firm. “She’s mine,” he growled, voice low, resonant with warning. “And the next person who calls her little or weak will regret it.” Viktor laughed, a sharp, cold sound. “Weak? I’ve faced stronger alphas than you. She won’t matter.”

I should be annoyed by his manhandling, but I was impressed by the way he could just pick me up and toss me around wherever he wanted. Alastor plodded away from the now abandoned campsite and toward the road, as faithful and predictable as a machine. There was something expressive about his face though, that made me love the creature. It seemed like he had his own opinions and ideas about what was happening, but he kept those opinions to himself. "Any news from the Water Court, at least?" Fynn asked. It was a weak attempt at conversation, but I appreciated it.

Malachi paused and looked at each of the men sitting around the room. “You expect us to believe that you’re a werewolf and you are fighting in a war against a delusional Alpha.” Connor sneered. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Harlow, you are wasting my time when I could be doing something productive.” Connor stood. Joe matched his action and smirked at him. “You asked for it, bro.” Joe pulled off his shirt and lowered his pants. Within a split second, a large cracking and crunching sound filled the room. Joe’s body distorted, bones shifted into place, fur sprouted over his body, and he grew at least two feet.

Luc let out in a chiding tone. “Well, my parents are on patrol duty today,” I deadpanned. “I’m not taking any chances,” he said in response. And then, his eyes glazed over and I knew he must be mind-linking the alpha. A minute or so later, the raven-haired green-eyed man who featured in all my fantasies appeared at the door. The way he carried himself, with confidence and incontestable elegance, should be illegal for it did things to me, to my insides, to my sanity…

She takes a seat, causing the bottoms of her dark brown ankle boots to squeak on the floor. Riviera gives a half-smile. She has no problem with the Alpha. It is the Alpha's dad ‘the previous Alpha' and the Alpha's younger brother ‘the wannabe Alpha' that is her problem. They thought they are the gods' greatest gift and can do whatever they want. Alpha Sabastian is the definition of a perfect man, being always helpful and understanding, gentle, kind, jovial, intelligent, caring, charming, and beautiful. Riviera shakes her head to rid herself of the thoughts that start dancing around in her head.

Aligned. “He’s forcing us to choose between speed and control,” Stefan said. “Yes,” I replied. “And hoping we’ll confuse urgency with recklessness.” Stefan leaned against the railing. “He underestimated you,” he said. “No,” I replied. “He underestimated patience.” We stood in silence for a moment. Then Lauren’s voice came through my earpiece. “Alpha. Confirmed. The signal source just went dark.” I closed my eyes briefly. “He’s ready,” Stefan said. “So are we,” I replied.

one of them said in a rude and lewd voice, his eyes openly staring at Lalisa's body. “Maybe she got lost, or maybe… she wants to try something harder,” another added with a disgusting laugh. Those vulgar words and threatening gazes made Lalisa freeze instantly. The terrible memories of the past that she had tried to forget flooded back into her mind. The fear that had faded was now gripping her heart again with a vengeance. But before the fear could consume her any further, the strongest fortress in the world moved to surround her automatically. In a flash, Lalisa's body was pulled into the center of a circle formed by the three Alphas. Kieran, Seren, and Kline had moved to create a human wa

Damon sighed, stepping out of the carriage with a nonchalant expression. Alfred followed quickly, drawing his gun, but there was no one in sight. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the coachman’s lifeless body on the ground. Blood poured from the jagged wound on his neck, as though the flesh had been torn apart violently. "Rogue werewolves," Alfred muttered just as one leaped from the woods. The creature’s head resembled a feral wolf, while the rest of its body was humanoid. It lunged at Damon, but Damon easily grabbed it by the neck and slammed it to the ground.

She’d dragged herself away from his body, screaming his name until her throat tore. But the thing standing before them now wasn’t alive. Not really. Silver light burned in its eyes, unnatural and cold. Black veins webbed beneath skin gone pale as ash. Blood dripped from its claws in slow, deliberate drops, splattering against the stone like a countdown. Kael didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. For the first time since Lyra met him, the Alpha looked shaken. Unmade. “Ronan,” he whispered, and the name sounded like a wound reopening.