Vox X Alastor Novels & Stories

Viggo's eyes were immediately fixed on the old structure, bringing back long-forgotten memories. Arlo parked the car right in front of the steps leading up to the building. He pulled the handbrake, and the engine was shut off. Viggo and Poldo quickly got out of the car, followed by Arlo. Meanwhile, Xavier was still scanning his surroundings, taking in the decrepit state of the place named Celestria. Knock! Knock! Knock! Xavier startled as he heard a knocking sound on the car's glass window right next to him. Arlo was glaring at him, urging him to get out of the car quickly.

If it weren't for my seatbelt, I would have been thrown out of the vehicle. My heart thrashed in my chest in a wild rhythm that echoed in my ears. I clutched the steering wheel tightly in my iron grasp until my fist blanched white and I felt my eyes flash from their usual ocean blue to deadly obsidian. A warning growl vibrated the earth beneath the paws of the four wolves, showing them I wasn't an ordinary wolf. I was an alpha and they should think twice before fucking with me.

I say getting out of the car. “Alright, this way ma’am.” “What of this one?” I head toward another nice car. “That is a Signature Red Tesla Model X with 22-inch MX114, Forged Wheels and color matched windows.” Kevin smiles like he personally likes the car. “I like this one,” I take a closer look at the car. “It’s an SUV,” Ismail says poking his head out from inside the car. “Oh, I am not looking for an SUV,” I comment sadly. “Alright, what about this one. This is a 2019 Chevrolet Camaro 2LT 2 door Coupe. It has 275 horsepower and 295 rpm.” Kevin tells us.

The residence reorganised itself around our departure with quiet efficiency: two additional personnel I hadn't seen before, the car already at the kerb, a security check run and closed before I'd registered it beginning. In the car, Alastor said, "Viktor will approach you directly at some point. He prefers to manage the omega spouse privately when possible. He'll have a plausible reason: a drink, a question, an anecdote that positions him as benign." "And when he approaches?" "You decide how to respond. I told you, I won't intercept." He looked at me briefly. "But I'll be in the room." "What does he want to find out?" "Whether you're a weakness or a weapon."

I growled, “You on the other hand, you will never hurt me, and I think I've come to accept you. And don't ever talk about anyone else, I think I love you more than anyone else.” Alastor's face lit up in joy, “Thank you, Melonie,” he murmured, “For loving me back and for realizing that nobody in the world loves you more than I do.’ Alastor walked closer, closing the gap between us. He looked into my eyes and held my chin up, “And I hope I'm allowed to do this,” with his other hand on my waist, he pulled me in and his lips fell on mine, “I want to hold you, and kiss you.”

Victor's POV It was pouring heavily outside, the clapping of thunder and lightning beaming glinted on my father's face. He seemed more frightened than ever, as he stood there by the window, his eyes spelled worry while he held onto a nine millimeter in his left hand and a stick of kindled cigarette in the other, he was left-handed. The quiver of his fingers as he raised it to his lips and took a whiff of the cigarette before throwing the rest of it to the floor and stepping on it to kill the flames.

“A car?” Jasper nodded. “Yes.” I swallowed and looked up, confused. “But this isn’t—this isn’t a normal registration.” Dickson leaned back, arms crossed. “Because it’s not a normal car.” Peter finally spoke. “It’s a customized Tesla Aether-X.” I blinked. “The Aether-X isn’t on the market.” “It won’t be,” Tracy said softly. “This one was built privately.” I looked back down at the documents, my fingers tracing the printed specifications.

With Rosealba still glued against the wall, Dryatan gave her head a light pat, brushing a finger against his lower lip. *********** Rosealba stood before her car—the Bugatti La Voiture Noire that exceeded effortless power. She glared at the car. “This is too big, Drystan.” Drystan looked around, feigning ignorance. “What is too big, my love?” Rosealba nudged at the car. Drystan glanced at it for a few seconds. “You mean… this is too big?” He nudged slightly at the sleek black beast, raising a brow.

Or… is she with Brian? My fists clenched tight on the wheels, which is why he never came to help me with the car setup. “Lamborghini Aventador SV1,” Knox scoffed. “They tried their best with a glow-up this time.” I turned to see what Brian was talking about, and their red-tinted glasses slid down in a flash. My breath stilled for a second. “Jasper?” Knox was also quiet, like he was trying to figure out his words.

Caleb and Alistair finish packing up and Caleb locks the house before slipping into the driver’s seat of his sleek grey Lamborghini Aventador Roadster, while Alistair settles beside him like the passenger princess that he is and as Caleb starts the engine, the V12 roars to life. "Alright, let's get going," Caleb says, his eyes scanning the navigation system, and as he inputs the address of his destination into the car’s navigation system, his anticipation builds.