Alaric The Originals の小説・ストーリー

“See to her family.” His men obeyed without question. No one spoke. Alaric walked toward the edge of the square, the firelight flickering over his armour. Smoke curled around him, and the cries behind him faded to whispers. The curse throbbed in his veins, quiet now, satisfied. He drew in a breath that hurt to take. And then the memory came. He was sixteen again, rain pouring down in the royal gardens. Mud on his hands, his clothes torn from his first transformation. He had hidden behind a marble statue, shaking from pain and fear.

“Wake up, El,” Alaric’s deep, almost soothing voice drifts to my ears, waking me up from a deep sleep full of burning wolves and a dying pack I’ve just been taken from. I open my eyes to see his face inches from mine, his large hand on my shoulder. He is really handsome, flawless and his face looks sculpted from the gods themselves.

“What secrets was he talking about?” I motioned for the men in the room to leave. This wasn’t something I wanted to explain with an audience. “Speak, damn it!” she shouted, her voice cracking as tears poured down her face. “Alaric is the son of a mafia gang called Warden,” I said, my voice heavy with the weight of the truth. Her eyes widened, shock washing over her. “What?” “He’s illegitimate. His mother ran away from that world and remarried, but Alaric’s father eventually found him. That bastard wanted Alaric to take over the Warden mafia after his first son and heir was killed mysteriously.”

I asked. “Yes,” He said with a nod. We were busy having fun when we heard the alarm, I went to open the door when I opened it, I met Celeta in front of me, she pushed me in and sat down on the sofa with me. “Archer, how could you lie to me? Hola is not from this pack but from Blood Crest Pack, he is even Gebe’s daughter” She said with a frown. Adrian and I both exchange glances and I whisper to

I finish while running my hands through my hair. Alaric's eyes scanned the area, searching for any sign of his fellow beings. "I can't even catch a whiff of my own kind," he remarked. "Could you lead me to where the bodies are? I need to examine them and determine if there's anything I can do to assist, or if we should all be concerned." His tone was serious, and his gaze was fixed on me as he awaited my response.

It was just one night that I submitted to her seduction. Oh my God, that pussy was so sweet, as a fucking nectar, I just couldn't resist. And now what? I am cursed to be a beast for eternity. People are dying because I was too weak to resist dipping my bloody wick in the illegitimate daughter of Noosha and Arcanus. Arcanus is more or less harmless. He is a warlock king from the Thessalian tribe of Lapiths in Larissa.

We could all hear the sound of his bones cracking, and all of a sudden, I could smell the fear building up in everyone. "I am Alaric, the son of Adolph, your new Alpha," his thick voice effortlessly said. He removed the hood from his head, revealing his long, wavy hair that fell right on his shoulders. He removed the bandana that was tied across his nose, revealing how perfectly built his face was, but he looked different. "Adolph, my father is the Alpha of the most powerful pack, the Crescent pack, but we chose to expand our territory, and now I'm the official ruler of the Serene pack." He tossed the arm on the floor.

"All right, Auntie. I'm leaving. I'm going to apply for a job. I'll go ahead." She nodded. "All right. I hope you'll be hired. Take care, Vanessa." I left our apartment and waited for a bus. Tita Bia and I are just the two of us living together. Tita Bia was unlucky to have children, so her boyfriend left her. While I was happy with my family, they were mercilessly killed by a creature that I will never forgive. Werewolves.

She rips the heels off and growls under her breath. "Why does height have to be so painful?" I laugh and she sends me a death glare. "How are you still wearing yours?" She asks, exasperated. "Well, for one the pack is a few minutes away, and I have gotten used to them." That last one is a lie, but being the next Alpha, I have to keep up the allusion of nothing getting to me. And nothing includes a measly pair of heels. My ears perk toward the open front doors, my nose twitching as the scent of a large group of werewolves floods toward us. Rylan grumbles, but straps her feet back into the heels. I turn toward the door, and wait.