Who Owns Alastor Soul Novels & Stories

The phone ringing a few times and the trembling voice on the other end. "I'm ready. But I have one last request from you." Allen was silent for a while. He thought. "Say it for the last time!" ".............." Although Altan took a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone, the restlessness within him continued to increase. Now the last fort remained in front of him. If he took that castle, his job would be as easy as ripping a sock. But the job was to take that castle, and that castle was so well guarded. He should have been so prepared. It must have been so strong. That castle was surrounded by strong walls. Even if it was a solid wall, he would burn and destroy those walls. He was going t

“Stop! Stop, this is torture! I was asking about your hand, the one that is on fire, not this! What is wrong with you?” “Nothing? Something? A little bit of everything? It’s hard to tell most of the days,” I shrug and keep walking before I finally answer his totally stupid and boring question. “As for my hand, it’s not me who’s doing it, it’s Atlas. Unlike other normal wolves, I don’t have a wolf soul, mine is a stubborn hellcat who’s secretly an arsonist.”

He clenched his fists until the veins in his hands were visible. "Be patient, Dim; we have to focus on Alena and Lisa's grandmother first; we have to focus on praying for them," Alby said soothingly. "If the perpetrator is found, I will kill him," said Dimas. "Dim, let this matter go to the police; let him rot in jail; don't get your hands dirty," Alby advised. On the other hand, Farel, who received news from Keysha, immediately contacted Sinta and Ryan. "I have bad news, Mr." Farel said

“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?!”

“Yeah, you’re a bit late. You’ve been wearing it for so long that you couldn’t take it off now even if you wanted to. Soon you will forget about who you are and completely belong to me.” Accalia moves to try and take it off for me but she yelps in pain. “Don’t even think about it little one. Only she can take it off.” “What do you even want with me?” “Oh come on Maliyah, I thought you were smarter than that.” My eyes widen at the realization that he means to kill me for my powers. It’s what Alastor wanted from my mother. If me means to kill me it must also means he wants to kill Accalia as well, but she doesn’t have her powers yet so it does him no good to kill her now.

They all looked at me once again, a few of them were still glaring but most of them seemed to be more open to the conversation now and that gave me hope. "Okay, for the sake of everything else I have to reveal, I would appreciate you all to stay quiet. I know what I have to say is hard to accept much less understand but I assure you it's all true," I requested quietly. When no one spoke up I continued. "Now, these things are called soul-eaters and they are literally after our souls. They are collecting them for a daemon which, yes is like a demon but different. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the ultimate being of evil. They are more like a being in possession of dark Magic and this Ma

she asked, trying to understand the whole situation. “Yes, we both are the same, it's just that one of us takes the lead sometimes. Wolf souls are generally more possessive and playful than humans so be careful when dealing with him but he never means any harm. They aren’t just used to the human ways like us,” Alastor tried to explain to her, feeling slightly strange in himself talking about his other half as a different person. “Can I talk to him?” she asked, staring into his eyes, waiting to see them change back.

"I want to know where you will be staying because I’m not sure I want you back in our house alone." "I can protect myself." She chuckled. "With humans, yes. But not with demons. I’m afraid Alastor might come after you." I told her. "Alastor? Who is that?" Althea’s forehead creased as her gaze shifted between me and Lucy. "Arturos’ heir. Nyneve’s brother. He was, of course, not in agreement with Lucius taking Athwart. He can be as sneaky as Nyneve, and the last thing I want is for him to find out about you."

I was looking for him, but I was not the only one. A presence shifted behind me. I did not turn immediately. There was no need. “You think too loudly,” a familiar voice said. I exhaled slowly. “You always appear where you are not welcome.” Alastor stepped into view with his usual calm, the kind that came from knowing most people could not touch him even if they tried. Apostle of Ra. Exiled on paper, tolerated in practice. “That is an interesting complaint,” he replied. “Coming from a man who treats contracts like loose guidelines.”

The man said, his voice cold and threatening as he spoke. "You honestly believe he can't be beaten. He believed he was a master at his games. But I studied it for years, I learned of the loopholes. He was thrown from his throne and forced to be my henchman. He couldn't resist my deal. His hunger for death and blood made him blind to my plans. I am the rightful ruler of the Underworld. I've heard enough about Malcolm. He may have been the one who createdUnderworldworld, but I outwitted him, so I am the one destined to rule it. I will not speak of this nonsense anymore." Alastair hissed. The knowledge of who Malcolm was made me gasp.