Who Owns Alastor Soul Novels & Stories

Heavens were still determined to keep the same path, and if it wasn’t him, it would be his grand-daughter? ‘Worry not, my pretty grand-daughter. I’ll free you too.’ But then, it became even more hilarious. Nox Chevalier’s soulmate wasn’t Lyra, but the youngest child, Ayla. He had never met the kid, but it was truly a pity, the soulmark thing hadn’t worked out well for her either. It was not a surprise, of course, as fate was a nonsensical thing. If it wasn’t for their blind belief in fate that made their magic guards useless against him, how could he have entered the Chevalier manor and stolen the records?

I asked. “It was sold two years ago.” Dominic studied the property record. “Not sold,” he said. Vaelor frowned. “What do you mean?” Dominic zoomed in on the ownership structure. “Transferred.” “To who?” Dominic highlighted the corporation name. A shell company. Of course. Vaelor sighed. “Which means it’s still his.” “Yes.” That wasn’t comforting. I leaned against the edge of the table. “So whoever sent the message chose one of his buildings as the meeting point.”

[Alpha,the holders are becoming restless,they say they'll pull out if you don't show up soon] Felix mindlinked, probably from the meeting room where Dorian was supposed to have been few minutes ago. [Have them wait] Dorian knew their words were only mere threats,they wouldn't dare to risk leaving a company as big and profitable as his. They were simply dogs who barked with no bites. [Where is Azrael?] He inquired [He hasn't returned yet] His beta had disappeared for three days now under the excuse of taking care of a problem which had arose recently in one of his other companies at another city.

Izzy leans on her office chair as she stares at the email she received from her employer. She’s fired because of being unresponsive for a week. Worse, when their HR tried to reach out to her, it was Alpha Landon, Elder Finn and Chloe who answered. And two out of three want nothing more for her than to resign her current job so she can become the pack’s Luna.

"Rest up, my fiery little mate. Tomorrow you will begin your duty as my breeder." "I will never become your breeder." She hissed and I smiled. "I am Vergil the demon wolf. my word is law, I own you now little blonde, your mind body and soul," I grinned, "You can either fulfill your duties willingly," I paused before adding. "Or...I can take it forcefully."

he growled, “is the price of the answers you were so desperate to find.” Silence fell over the square. No one moved. Then my father delivered the sentence. “Effective immediately, Lucian Wilder is stripped of his birthright as heir to the Alpha position!” A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. But my father wasn’t finished. “From this moment forward, he is stripped of every position, responsibility, and privilege within the Blackwood Pack. From this day forward, the only thing Lucian retains is the blood he carries as a Wilder!”

Alastor means a lot to July regardless of their current contract agreement. Meanwhile, Alastor in his room can read July easily. There's something he needs to do right now and doesn't want July to know or hear about it. He dials a contact number stored on his phone, it says-Boss. The ringing tone is heard and then disappears, replaced by a familiar voice greeting from across the connection. "Hello N! Where were you just calling me again?” The boss's voice sounded cheerful to get a call from the mainstay employee and his company of pride.

The smell of decay and despair hung heavily in the air, and I could barely see through the dimly lit hallways. “Get up, Alastor,” I growled when we reached his cell. “We have some questions for you.” Alastor slowly got up from the ground, his fur matted and his eyes bloodshot from the torture he suffered. "What do you want from me?" he spat. “We want information,” Max growled, anger bristling. “We know your brother is planning something big against our pack. We need to know what it is.” Alastor's eyes darted between us. “I'm not going to talk,” he finally said, his voice shaking.

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

"These are two of my associates." Asher studied the men on either side of Michael. The one sitting directly to his right was a very large bald man with crystal clear eyes that held a sense of foreboding. His arms and what Asher could see of his chest from his half undone shirt sported some intricate tattoo. Michael introduced him as Gustavo.