Vox X Alastor Comic Novels & Stories

Nico's Pov With a simple glance at the vehicles that had just surrounded mine, I could tell they belonged to our gang, and I was almost certain that this encounter wouldn't end well for either of us. Luckily my car had tinted glasses so they wouldn't know she was inside, that's if she kept quiet like I said. I tucked my pistol into my back pocket and stepped out of my car the same time my boss, Dante “The Serpent” Moretti stepped down from his.

Xander said in one breath. “No.” Johan flatly refused. “You broke our door.” Dorin said. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for all the damages!” Xander sounded desperate. “All of it?” Johan checked. “Yes, all the damages!” Xander pleaded. “Okay, come in,” Dorin said. “Thank you!” Xander cried happily. He placed a hand on the wall of ice, and immediately, the wall started to melt and vaporize. Dorin and Johan did not look impressed. They stared instead at Venet who looked so smug, you would think it was him who melted the ice.

Then I transform into my wolf form, ready to smash that damn arrogant guy's face. * * "So you're the legendary alpha of the Blood Moon pack," he smiles mischievously. "That's right, it's me," I growl. "What the hell is going on?" Alex says, confused, positioning himself between us. "This idiot tried to force a kiss on me," I say angrily, still growling. "What!" Alex easily slams the guy against the wall. "She's my mate, you idiot! Don't you dare touch her!" he says through gritted teeth.

His nose looks better, compared to its previous bandaged self. "Yes." Xavier stands up and pockets his phone. "Its rather very important." He said then walk towards me. "Come with me." With who... To were. He sprints pass me, and I had no other option than to trail behind him. He really behaves so bossy sometimes, no, every time. I follow Xavier as he walks out of the building and to his red Lamborghini, holding my self from asking any questions. "Get in." He orders before entering the driver sit of the car, and I quietly obeyed.

a passing couple glanced curiously at their direction but turned away just as quickly at the dark look Winters threw them, “OH MY GODS YES, YES HAHAHA–OW, DON'T PINCH ME!” Winters gave him a tired glance, running a gloved hand through her face, “Alastor, please... I messaged you earlier. Didn’t you receive it?” “Noooo!” Alastor all but whined, lurching forward and tripping on his own two feet but Winters immediately caught him as she wrapped an arm around his waist before he fell face-first to the floor, “No, YOU DIDN’T! That was three V's!” “Who–…?” Winters tried to pull her arm back but Alastor immediately wrapped his arms around her and grumbled unintelligently in protest, “You know what,

His palm was so hard that my jaws cracked at his slap. "You don't know who I am, right? Have you heard of Alpha Xavier?... I am the devil-reincarnate. I kill anyone anytime I wish. No one dares to cross my path, but you just came yesterday and already got the guts to refuse my order!" He thundered and kicked my belly so hard that I yelped and coughed out blood as extreme pain waved through me. The cracking of my ribs could be heard. It was so unbearable. I had thought I was getting used to torture, but each hit from Xavier seemed so different and powerful that I wondered if he was a werewolf.

‘A win for you is a win for me,’ Juanzo was saying, ‘We can’t let that blond prick win. ‘Agreed.’ Derith replied. In the next instance, there wasn’t just one Hind, but four. ‘What the fuck?!’ Alastor growled, his head whipping around, trying to keep track of the true Hind as the copies zipped back and forth. In his state of confusion, a puff of fire billowed into his face. Letting out a yelp, he dropped down on his belly and flattened his ears. He cringed as heat seared along his back. Juanzo pinned him by the scruff of his neck before he could recover.

They were still there, but in the form of thin lines that had yet to heal at the centre. “How?” I asked him in surprise, my eyes as wide as saucers. “How what?” Axton frowned. “Your wounds…they’re almost healed!” I pointed out. “They weren’t supposed to heal so fast! What are you?” Axton narrowed his eyes at me, his face dead serious. And then he said: “A werewolf.”

Alastor replied dismissively. “What’s it for?” Ashton pressed. “That’s none of your business,” Alastor shot back, his demeanor shifting to one of irritation. He has to be an alpha since he confidently spoke to Ashton that way, and Ashton appeared to be wary around him. After a moment, Ashton asked out of the blue, “Are you responsible for the note?” “What note?” Alastor asked, puzzled. Either he doesn't know, or he is such a good actor. But we certainly can't tell that yet.

Vevian had suddenly become too strong for him. Alastor watched the slight hesitation on his face and fake courage that he showed and knowing the he was truly just a wimp he shifted into his wolf and jumped over him making Vlad move out of his way and try to kick his back but Alastor had already predicted that attack kicking back his hind legs he made Vlad go crashing into the coffee table, breaking it under his weight.