Velvette X Alastor Novels & Stories

"The freak who was hunting your scent has completely vanished." Lestat lets out a long, heavy sigh, running his fingers through his dark hair with a look of pure irritation I can't even begin to understand. "Throwing your mouth at a strange Alpha in the middle of the street isn't the smartest survival move," he grunts, placing a heavy palm against my spine as he guides me down the main stone drag of the territory. His walk is completely off... his heavy boots dragging slightly against the dirt, like a warrior fighting off a heavy sleeping hex. Does he have weak knees from our kiss, too? My face burns hotter at the very thought.

His hand came up to hit me, and I braced for the blow… The sound of an engine roared through the street. A sleek black car screeched to a halt, and the doors burst open. Alastair jumped out, his eyes glowed amber and his canines were fully extended. He was still partially shifted, caught between human and wolf. Hayes was with him, looking equally deadly. Both of them stalked towards us, exuding blood-thirst. The thugs who were holding me released me immediately, scrambling backward. The leader tried to run, but Alastair caught him by the throat and…

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

"Alpha Vito is searching for you. He received another letter. One with your name." Blythe's blood turned to ice. She stood slowly, eyes never leaving Xavier. "I'll be there," she said, voice steeled. Helena nodded and vanished into the path. Xavier dropped his gaze and stood, retreating into the shadows of the colonnade. When she turned back, Xavier was gone. Only the scent of jasmine and ash remained. Then, behind her, voices echoed again. Vito's voice, clipped and irritated, approached from the war room.

“Grab her and Matt’s stuff out of the packhouse.” Alastor nodded and disappeared into the packhouse for a minute before returning with their bags slung over his shoulder. He dropped the bags outside of Iris’s Jeep before rummaging through Iris’s bag for her keys. After a moment, he pulled them out of the bag. He quickly unlocked the car and dumped the bags in before climbing into the driver’s seat. While I waited for him, I sent Rose a quick text telling her that we were on our way back. Alastor attempted to crank the car, but the engine didn’t turn over. Luckily on the second attempt, Iris’s car started.

But now she could imagine him stealing the keys. "He's a fvcking thief". She screamed racing away with Celeste. They stop abruptly before the road as vehicles passed by and looking over they watched the Ferrari Dino 246 GTS drive off. Celeste screamed loudly while Xayne wondered if it was happening in her thought. "Hey 911,someone fvcking stole my vehicle".Celeste roared into her phone. "I told you, dudes are low level devils". "Keep quiet!". Celeste screamed.

freedom, control, and power. “Car’s ready,” one of his boys says. Xavier nods once, and then enters the car. The driver drives off, but when he gets to a particular junction, Xavier asks him to stop. “Is everything okay?” The driver asks. Xavier nods once, but his eyes are already scanning the road…. waiting and calculating. Because he knows Albert’s routine now. He knows his timing, he knows his route. And right on cue, a sleek black Lamborghini appears at the far end of the road….fast, smooth and effortless.

He can't believe he gave away his house to some strange Omega, Edward, or something. Once comfortably clothed, Victor spares one more glance in the mirror, almost afraid of the sight of himself. Who is this man? The Alpha heads into the garage, where his cars are still lined up neatly, new editions that are tasteful, specifically an ice white Ford GT, which makes the hairs on his arms stand on end. He picks that one gets into the seat, and almost immediately regrets it. The faintest scent of that Omega is in it, absorbed in the seats, subtle mint and sweet vanilla, teasing him to the point of rage.

Watching the door shut mercilessly in his face once again, Cassian's foot—which had already stepped halfway out—finally dropped heavily and pathetically back to where it started. His chest felt like it was stuffed with barbed iron, suffocating and aching. Ten minutes later, a dark-faced Cassian drove his black Hummer out of the neighborhood gates. However, just as he was passing another car on the street, a low-key yet luxurious Aston Martin coming the other way made his pupils instantly narrow into dangerous, vertical slits. It was Xander's personal ride—the Alpha of the Blade Pack. Driving the car, Xander naturally saw Cassian as well.

Charles rolls his eyes and walks into the kitchen, “You’re an asshole,” “Bye Xander,” Damien says with a laugh. I leave the house and go down to the lobby where I know X is waiting for me with my car for the night, I greet my Westhuizen and I step outside the building, X is standing outside the car with a gift bag in his hand. “X,” I greet. “Good evening sir, you are looking sharp and ready,” he smiles, “I got the finest wine I could find and picked out the Rover SUV, matte black, of course.”