Who Owns Alastor Soul Novels & Stories

They were exploiting him, draining his power for their twisted purposes. A figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and imposing, with a cruel glint in his eyes, stood Darach, the Alpha of the very pack I once considered my home. The same Darach who had whispered venomous advice in my stepfather's ear all those years ago. "Elara," he rasped, his voice laced with a smug satisfaction. "So you finally decided to grace us with your presence. Is that your special and powerful baby?” He asked, pointing towards Dolph who was in Rufus’s hand.

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."

“Wake up! Please… don’t do this!” “He can’t hear you,” Circe said, amusement dancing across her lips. “The one standing before you isn’t Enzo, it’s Virel!” “But Virel can’t do that!” I protested. “Just like the Moon Goddess, he can’t possess any wolf he wants. It’s against wolf law!” I knew that much from the ancient text, a book I’d spent countless sleepless nights studying over the past few months. “You’re right,” Circe replied. “But this is Enzo’s punishment for releasing the three souls: you, your best friend, and that worthless mutt you were so desperate to protect!”

Adrian retorted in an even more contemptuous tone, "Whether you believe it or not is up to you. If you don't let me try, how would you know if it works?" Although Fynn was angry, he fell silent and looked at Alistair. The two of them had already made an agreement earlier. If they could catch the mysterious true dragon, all of its dragon soul would belong to Alistair, and the possessor would have to compensate the other party in other ways. So, the damage to the dragon soul now was not a big deal for Fynn, but for Alistair, it was a big deal. Fynn speculated over what Alistair wanted to do with the dragon soul.

There was something about her that I couldn't lay my finger on a bit I was determined to find out. ************************ Ashley -Master. I've gotten a job at his company as planned and I'm going to try and find about his plan which might be a little difficult because he's a little closed off but I promise to try and earn his trust as soon as possible. I found out he has a friend who is an agent. Orders on what should be done about him would be needed because he's bound to snoop around which might hinder my work and stop me from communicating with you especially. -A.

But . “What? Get back what, Jake?” “His soul, dammit. Fuckin gook took my dad’s soul, and I’m fuckin gettin’ it back. “Tonight.”

"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.

Blessed, indeed. His mate is a goddess. Even until now, he still could not believe it himself. Alastor had waited for so long to meet his soul mate, had always dreamed of it–and suddenly, she was just right there, looking like a fantasy. What had he even done to deserve someone so enchantingly beautiful? Hell, he didn't even know that gods could have soul mates... and of all beings, it had to be the mysterious Proserpina, the goddess of shadows, heiress to the underworld; keeper of Death.