Realistic Alastor Novels & Stories

When I found the source of the evil aura, I realized that his powers are way stronger than I could ever imagine. It turned out to be Harold Armstrong, the former Beta of this pack. I had no idea that he knows about magic, I thought I was the most powerful being in this pack, not even in my wildest dreams would I have imagined something like this. He was performing a ritual when I spotted him in his basement. He sounded so furious as he mixed several potions together, he kept lamenting about the stubborn Alpha and how he blocked his access to the basement,

A rejection not only of her love but of her very being. The sound of footsteps approaching drew her attention. As she straightened, tray of polished glasses in hand, her gaze collided with that of a stranger at the entrance. Lucian, Beta of the Blackwood Pack, leaned against the doorway, his posture relaxed yet undeniably commanding. His dark hair fell just past his collarbone, and his eyes held a gleam of intrigue, a subtle danger that seemed woven into every inch of him. Tall and broad-shouldered, Lucian exuded a quiet, effortless power, one that contrasted sharply with the rigid control Rhett displayed. And as his gaze swept over the room, lingering on Cassia for a moment longer than nece

“He’s real?” Aldric nodded grimly, his face hardening, his eyes dark with an ancient sorrow. "His name is Malakar. And for centuries, he has sought to corrupt our kind, turning wolves into monstrous creatures under his control. But his power was never strong enough to launch a full-scale war." He clenched his jaw, and his voice grew colder, tinged with a bitterness that seemed to echo through time. "Until now." The words hit me like a slap, the force of the realization crashing over me. My stomach twisted in on itself. “Because of me,” I whispered, the sickening understanding spreading through my chest.

Although, when I glanced around him, they had vanished. Instead, the elusive man reaches out with long arms, grabbing my forearm between a soft hand. It traps me. Not because I couldn't move from his grip, but because his gaze has me pinned to the spot. "Why are you sorry? You requested my attention, and I am obliging," he exclaims, raising a dark eyebrow. I can't stop staring at him. Whoever he is, he is an Alpha, and I can't think which one. Perhaps the Alpha of Loyalty? I have never met him before...

He decided that he would get back to the war that was happening knowing Runa would take care of Ryan. Nodding as he started to follow Ace, Charlie says, “Unfortunately yes. We don’t know where they keep coming from but as time progresses, they get stronger. We need you Alpha.” Ace nodded as he went outside to the chaos. He looked at his pack members and shifted into his great black wolf, standing taller than the rest. ‘I’m sorry for being late. Now, let’s get these damn demons out of our land.’ He mind-linked them all and they all howled as they got serious.

It was odd to hear, but somehow I wanted to trust it when I never had in the past. Wasn’t this what Uncle Silas mentioned at that time about accepting even the darkest parts of me in order to become whole? No, this could be a trick. What if I didn’t get the same results as Uncle Silas? I couldn’t risk it, no way. ‘They need us,’ the voice tries, beginning to show me an image of Alphonze lying on the ground. ‘He’s dying.’ My eyes grow wide as I realize the darkness is letting me see what she sees. No, this couldn’t be real. As I continue to watch, Alphonze begins to stir, and then his dark eyes, which are so similar to Aera's, come to meet mine.

She keeps on stealing glances at him. They finish their food and they get up. They walk out the door before he gets in his car, she calls out to him. "You didn't tell me your name." "It's Aron." And with that, he gets into his red Mustang. He drives off and Alissa knows that she will never be able to let him go. She had never wanted someone in her life as she wanted him. He was everything she wanted in a guy, but she didn't know how she would get him

I wake to the sounds of shouting and the dream I had felt so real. I roll over in my bed and feel my arms confined. I blink my eyes and sit up in a rush making my body ache all over. I look around my sroundings and realize the dream I had wasn’t a dream. My nightmare is in fact reality. I check my body lifting the covers and see my clothes are still on minus my shoes and I don’t see any blood so I assume he didn’t touch me last night did he even come back. My hands aren’t chained to the post but I still don’t have full movement. At that moment my eyes tear up and I remember my family. My friends and neighbors. I remember Katie last night and Carly. Are they alright? Suddenly a woman comes in

The wolves had noticed it first. Not a face. Not a name. A scent. It drifted through the halls of Alvarado University faint, unplaced, gone almost as soon as it arrived. Most students walked straight through it without noticing. But every wolf who caught it stopped mid-stride, some mid-sentence, the animal beneath their skin going still and alert. It wasn't Alpha. It wasn't Beta or Omega. It didn't fit anywhere they knew how to file a scent.

Alaster shook the gun at a beefy man planted behind him, the man seemed entirely unmoved by the actions of his boss and easily took the gun with a pocket handkerchief. “Take the crate back to the truck and get Hosner in here.” The man ordered and followed Alaster. I couldn’t tear my eyes off the mutilated body a few meters away from me, his face was barely recognisable, and all that was left of what was once a man with a family was a demoralised body which would probably end up burned or thrown in a lake. Alaster Dark was pure evil. I felt him before I saw him and against my better judgement, my heart skipped a beat. Somehow despite the very obvious and imminent danger I was in, his presence