Alaric Pronunciation Novels & Stories

Just Alaric. Just ours.

“I have never told you before, have I?” Mariah shook her head. “You woke up and came straight to kill me, so, we never really got to the introduction part.” “I see. Then I apologize.” He bowed softly. “I am Alaric.” He stood straight and looked at her. Mariah held his gaze. “Alaric,” she repeated, loving the sound of it. “Ruler of all.” Alaric smiled. “Aye.” “How old you are, Alaric?” “Well,” he paused in thought. “I have lived for two thousand years and then I was buried for ten thousand years. That should make me twelve thousand years old, aye?”

He said and at that moment, my eyes widened in shock. Behead? What the hell was going on? Was this some sort of dream? If it was, I wasn’t enjoying it at all. It was too expensive. “Yes, my lord.” Arnold said and just as Lord Alaric made to leave, I grabbed his hand. “Lord Alaric. You….” “Call me Alaric. Do not be so formal with me. I give you the right.” He said and my eyes widened in shock as the maids in the place began to murmur.

Alaric dares. "They'll... hear..." I whimper in pleasure. "How my name sounds from your lips?" Alaric asks. "Let them."

“Oh Alaric, you’re so bad.” …

Alaric took a swig, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and muttered, “I am not your brother.” Aaron smirked. “Okay… friend?” Alaric narrowed his eyes. “I am not your friend.” Aaron arched a brow. “So what are we, then, you grumpy grandpa?” Alaric’s lips twisted faintly, almost like a smirk but soured by fatigue. “We’re just two princes. And I personally can’t stand you. You annoy me.” Aaron chuckled, the sound lighter than it had been in days. “Now that’s Alaric. Welcome back, brother.”

Adele~ Silver’s look startled me. Why was she looking at me? Alaric’s laughter snapped me out of my daze. A low, dark laugh that slithered through my bones and made me shiver beneath my veil. It was that kind of laugh a man lets out when he knows he holds the winning card. Then, suddenly, the look on his face changed. Alaric was no longer the playful devil in the hall. He was now the judge from hell.

“None of it was very flattering.” I looked down immediately, shame burning through me. “Of course,” I muttered bitterly. “Tetra couldn’t wait to start vomiting venom about me.” “You don’t have to worry,” Alaric responded calmly, his voice laced with certainty. “I don’t attach much value to hearsay, especially when it’s about someone I consider dear. Besides,” he added with a hint of humor, “the wench was reeking of so much jealousy I feared the air would become toxic.”

Alaric looked at Amethysta before answering. "Brat... You should call me professor." Patrick scolded Alaric who just looked so naughty. "You aren't that old to be called Professor, ..." Alaric said, sticking out his tongue. Patrick shook his head as if he couldn't win against this young wolf.

It was simple questions – our names, former packs, past ranking, and any skill. The whole time Alaric spoke, I could feel my mates heated gaze burning a hole in my flesh. His glare was furious and trained on my face. It was unsettling to say the least. It felt as if every move I made was being evaluated by him. "I'm Alaric, the Beta of this pack. What's your name?" "Aria." He scribbled down my name, talking as he wrote. "Last name? And former pack, as well."