Scary Alastor Novels & Stories

he called softly, “You looked like you were scared of me a while ago.” “I wasn't,” I blurted out, “It's the first time I saw you like that.” “Even when I'm very Angry, I won't hurt you. I might be evil because it's in my blood, but when it comes to you… I'm not,” Alastor declared. A soft smile spread across my face and I hugged him back, “I wish it was the other way around, I wish you were not evil,” I murmured. “Ashera,” I stated, “Do you have any idea about who might have been after it?”

"Why we shouldn't look back?" Alastor smiled at her question and whispered in her ear,"because the soul's of dead beings are wondering in this river. If you'll look back, you'll witness a scary skeletons floating in air and they'll drag you inside with them, eating your every flesh!" "Woah, momma I am scared." She hugs him tightly, burying her face in his cloak. Alastor laughed and his campaigns laughed too... But there was someone who was sitting silently, and glaring at Alexa.

Rose managed to choke out through her cries. “What the hell was that scream about? Are you okay?” Harriet and Alastor rushed into the room. As I was about to open my mouth to attempt a response, Alastor pushed past us and picked up the box. His whole body began to tremble at the contents. “What? What is it?” Harriet asked, walking to her mate but gasped loudly when she peered over his shoulder. One hand flew to her mouth and the other to Alastor’s shoulder. “Rose, where did you get this?” Alastor snapped as he turned on his heel to face us. Alastor was a person who kept his emotions in check and rarely let them show to anyone. His face flushed with anger and fear.

“Or are you just wanting to flirt? I can leave you alone if that is the case.” ‘ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?,’ my wolf barks, piercing his claws into the walls of my mind, triggering my eyes to close shortly, before I can subdue the pain and force them to open again. I really don’t want to seem like the creep here. “Oh,” General Alastor laughs in an annoying manner, and I scrunch up my face. “No, no. I was meaning to come and pick you up to show you the newest results of our investigation.”

Magic was something I had never heard of in this area before. He looked like he would laugh but he managed to suppress it in no time and nodded with a serious expression. “Yeah, equivalent to that. Even worse varieties exist here.” I was appreciative of his response to my query. Now, though, I was filled with new inquiries. I decided not to ask them all and went slowly with one. "And why did they want to frighten us?” I asked. “Because...” Alastair paused and exhaled deeply before starting again. "Because... one of them was drawn to you."

“He's just a child Alastor, for God's sake! He's the same age as your daughter! He's already suffered enough with that curse! As a father, don't you have any compassion?!” “Compassion?!” Alastor laughed even louder. “He's not my child! Compassion? (spits out harshly) Don't be ridiculous. That child will threaten my throne!” Ben stared silently at Alastor. Alastor was overcome with anger, envy, and jealousy. He couldn't be persuaded by anything. He wondered how he could reach Cyrus. Even though he was a wizard, werewolves possessed incredible strength and speed. He would be caught before he could reach Cyrus. Dal moved forward, but Ben blocked him.

If he knew who I was, then who is he? “Who are you?” I asked. My voice echoed around the dark forest and the cliff. Suddenly the five beasts chasing me emerged from the forest and prowled behind him. Are they with him? Am I being haunted by a mysterious alpha? The stranger brought out a knife from his pocket. He began to detach my fingers around the root. “No, no...Don’t do this!” I cried. “Goodbye, Emily Blakesley,” he said and proceeded to my last finger.

Darkness descended, the sky turning a sickly shade of crimson, and Mia's smile twisted into a look of terror. The demon's presence surged within him, stirring the dormant power that lay within his veins. Its malevolent whispers filled his mind, taunting him, tempting him to embrace the darkness. Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose.

he sought had manifested itself in unbridled madness. Lorenzo's men, standing nearby, looked at him in confusion and then terror. The beast in Dante had awakened and did not distinguish allies from enemies. With frightening speed, he lunged at them. Screams echoed through the hut as it tore at them, blood splattering the walls. He was no hunter; he was an unrestrained predator, his serum having transformed him into something monstrous. The Alpha pushed me, and my body, still weak, stumbled. "To the basement! Now!" he commanded, his voice ringing with an authority that my sense of survival could not ignore.

After he was done, he nodded his head and extended his hand to the right, “You may go in supreme mage.” Calhoun rolled his eyes, finally free to take back the sphere, and pushed it in his chest again. Then the two alphas stepped forward and the young man stretched his hand, blocking their entry. He repeated the same question again, “Identity?” “Dominic Castro, alpha of the red moon pack of Scrigis, am here on the invitation of the Ancient One.” “Valencia Raskin, alpha of the blood moon pack and archon alpha of Scrigis, am also here on the invitation of the Ancient One.”