Who Owns Alastor Soul Novels & Stories

“Thanks to you, everyone is back to life, including our mother. I have held her down from searching for you, I promised that I would bring you home.” “That sounds like a YOU problem. I'm going nowhere with you Alastor,” I declared. “Melonie, I'm trying to be nice here,” Alastor menacingly muttered. “You are not my family, neither are the mother and father you claim are waiting,” I responded calmly, “So please leave.” Alastor growled angrily, and I knew I had pissed him off, “You belong with me, you belong to me.” “I don't think I do,” I snapped back.

“So you mean… you aren’t human? Then you’re a robot? What about the Soulwaker? What is it?” “Yes, I am not a human. I am a cyborg-robot. My body is made everything with steel but I am wholly covered with a synthetic skin. A Soulwaker is a cyborg-robot living organism with a different human soul. Your mother explained how she spent her life just to completely and successfully program a Soulwaker; and this time, it’s almost complete but it wasn’t perfect yet and might have some complications. Cyborgs have their own souls, but once a trigger happens, the souls will be switched from one parallel universe to another. They’d be completely living with different bodies as soon as the completion happ

“After today, it’ll all be over. The pack will fall, just like I planned. And once I’ve marked you—once you're mine, completely—nothing else will matter.” Her stomach rolled. “You think marking me against my will makes me yours?” she spat, voice raw. “You think taking me makes you Alpha?” James didn’t flinch. “No,” he said calmly. “But it makes you mine. Your soul, your body—everything. The pack will follow. They always do.” She stared at him, revulsion rising in her throat like bile. “You’re delusional.” He stood, moving slowly to the foot of the bed. “Maybe. But I always finish what I start.”

she hissed, keeping her face a mask of regal indifference. ​"The Blight-Wolves are being kept in the old mines on the southern border," he said, spinning her effortlessly. "And Silas isn't the one in charge. He’s just the purse. The one calling the shots is a man known as the 'Alchemist.' He’s been using Silver Bane blood to create his monsters." ​Rhea stumbled slightly, and Elias caught her, pulling her flush against his chest. For a heartbeat, the "Wild Desires" she had been suppressing surged to the surface. She wanted to forget the pack, the traitors, and the war. She wanted to sink into him.

"Ignore it." Another knock, louder. Then a voice through the door, male, official sounding. "My lord? Open up. We’ve been looking for the stray omega all night." I went stiff. Jace's arms tightened around me. "He's fine. Busy." The guy didn't laugh. "The Alphas people thought he might be boarding here since he never returned to the omega quarters last night. Protocol says.. "

he took out his phone this time. “Ah, seriously!” Doctor Casler grabbed the phone from the guy. “What are you talking about? Don’t you get it when I asked you if you have sex with her yesterday?” She clicked her tongue. “You’re the one who managed to calm her down, right? Kiel, isn’t it obvious?!” However, the guy became more confused. Even though he wanted to point at himself right now, it’s impossible. He is a recessive alpha, and his scent isn’t that strong.

Sirius’s nostrils flare and he grits his teeth, “You always have to find a way to run away, don’t you?” “Always?” I question, pausing in my retreat. “I would have given you the world and you abandoned me,” he clicks his tongue. “I’d even do that now. I’d dig you and that shitty boyfriend of that hole he’s dug for himself.” “Hole?” I look around the room. “What could you possibly be talking around?” “Alston’s debts.” He said steadily, and I audibly swallowed. Alston upset some really big corporations years ago, and they decided to get their vengeance. Some of them just want their profit margins back, while others want Alston’s head.

But then Alastor had to burst my bubble. "Who said you will be giving it up to your mate? Your mate is only a pawn in this. He is being transferred to the dungeon right now, and he will be tormented there... Until you give up your position. Until you let me claim you. I will be your Alpha, and you will be my Luna." My mouth parted in disbelief. "And you said Gerald is on board with this?"

“That’s true. But this territory is also traversed by ordinary humans. I’m friends with him (pointing at Cyrus with his chin), so I know this territory well. And I saw a car there, which means an ordinary human passed through, and you killed them.” “Bullshit!” the man shouted. “Stop all this, Alastor. Let me take them away. This is enough, and I assure you, they won't come back.” Ben tried to make a bargain. Alastor laughed mockingly. “No. Give me the child, or he dies.” “He's just a child Alastor, for God's sake! He's the same age as your daughter! He's already suffered enough with that curse! As a father, don't you have any compassion?!”