Alaric Pronunciation Novels & Stories

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."

"Although. I don't think it's too little." I take the spoon and taste it. "The spice is barely noticeable. " He blinks at me, shock written all over his face. "Barely... Barely noticeable?" He stares at the food and I notice his red eyes. I laugh. "This is the bare minimum of spicy for me. If you Mr Sylvester find this spicy..." "Alaric." "Mm?" "Call me Alaric." I nod. If that's what you want. "Okay." The room goes so quiet that I can hear the ticking of the clock. I rub my upper arm and Mr... Alaric stands and closes my windows.

“It won’t work. I can’t…” “You can,” Alaric interrupted from across the courtyard, his voice deep, edged with something more feral than before. Yet his words were steady, unwavering. His knuckles were white against the wall where he braced himself, fangs still gleaming in the lantern-light. “Again. This time, command it as if it were your name itself. It is your will. Nothing less.” Her pulse thundered in her ears. She closed her eyes, breathing slowly. My will. My name. Mine.

In response to Archi, Alarik smiled broadly showing a row of teeth. Alaric is really adorable, his attitude is very much the same as Alea. The boy is sweet and caring, although sometimes stubborn when he wants something. But his face and posture are different. Can Archi guess that his eyes and body posture are the same as his father's – which until now Archi doesn't know.

Then the air shifted. The scent—thicker, like iron and earth. And something else. Luna raised a hand, halting them. "They're here." From the shadows, eyes blinked open—green, glowing, feral. Shapes emerged, hunched and snarling, their forms wrong, as if wolves had been stitched together with nightmares. Draugr. The largest of them stepped forward, maw dripping with shadow, a twisted crown of bone atop its head. It spoke, its voice a growl laced with dark magic. "The Blood Witch summons the Alpha Queen. Come willing, or come broken."

Alaric chuckled. "Shut up, didn't you just challenge me?" Alaric said. Emerald no longer made a sound. To be continued...

Or so they thought. As a result, Alaric was increasingly kind and gentle towards me. “And how is my bodacious, bold, and beautiful best Beta?” Alaric asks me flirtatiously one morning. We’ve started playing this silly alliteration game when we’re alone. “Amazing, my audacious and alert Alpha!” I reply. “’Audacious and alert’? That’s the best you could do?” His cold face broke into a smile. “Hey! ‘A’ is a lot harder than ‘B’!” I chuckle back to him.

“Stella.” My heart skipped a beat at the sound of my name within his British accent. I spun around to see Alaric approaching me. He was wearing his usual skinny jeans topped with a pale green, button up shirt adorned with dark green palm leaves that was only halfway buttoned. Sunglasses sat atop his head as his hair swooped up before falling down around his face. He stepped toward me as I stood in shock at him. “I was wondering if I could have a word with you?” he asked as his green eyes shifted from me to Catherine.

Alaric let out a growl, power exuded from his tone as he made his command shockingly, " I, Alaric Valdamirovich as the crown prince of all the vampires command you to back off right now."