Alba Mechad Novels & Stories

Teagan's front paws rose, his claws gleaming in the dark night, his sharp fangs ready to tear his enemy apart. On the other side, Pablo was fully aware of the attack aimed at him. This was what he had been waiting for all this time; he wanted to face Teagan alone. With the same movement, he jumped forward as well. They met in the air, claws wide open, resulting in a powerful collision. The two Alphas collided with unimaginable force. Their bodies shot forward, filled with pure power and extraordinary agility. They created an impact that shook the ground, sending shockwaves that could be felt to the edge of the battlefield.

The first girl voices my thoughts and her pouting friend's eyes go wide. "Me too. Can you imagine Abaddon helping move you into all the right positions? I'd get them wrong on purpose just to have him touch me." The third girl says, making the pouring girl grin. "It wouldn't be Abaddon though, it would be Alpha Eligor." She laughs and they all shudder. "You know he's screwing their maid." The third girl lowers her voice. "Even with Grace in the house." "The Alpha dips his wick anywhere he wants. I heard my parents talking and even when Luna Kateline was alive, he was sleeping around. It's gross." The first girl shakes her head in disgust and then they're interrupted when our teacher bangs on

" Alba said as we headed out. And that's why I loved her. Alba was more trusting and more encouraging than my own family. She had been with me through most of many worse parts of my life. She was the only constant in my life. She was family. A few minutes later, we both were on the guest room with Nova on the bed. "She looks nothing like Nala, how are they even related?" Alba said louldy which was so unlike her. Alba is the most open and welcoming person I have ever met, so her acting this way to Nova was a side of her I had never seen before or experienced. "I look more like out father." Nova said cutting in before I could say anything, "And Nala looked like our mom. And you can stop talki

“My mother didn’t create me from scratch. She resurrected pieces of minds that had once existed. Great thinkers. Warriors. Philosophers. She built us out of legends.” Julian ran a hand through his hair. “You’re saying you’re not just human and machine, you’re part myth?” “Not metaphorically,” she said. “Literally.” She tapped a file. SUBJECT ALPHA-000: THE FLAME. Status: UNKNOWN. Locked in Vault XIII. Julian leaned closer. “Vault XIII? Where’s that?” Alma’s hand hovered over the screen. “This facility has thirteen underground vaults. I never knew what was in the last one.”

Even though she was confused, still managed to get inside the car. Alcot turned around to the other side and climbed up to the driver's seat. Then he started to the engine and drive the car away. "You owned this vehicle?" Maia questioned. Her best friend nodded. "Yes. I am the twelfth ambassador, Mai. I can have anything that I wanted." "Sometimes I almost forgotten that you're an Alpha. You're too different than them," she commented. "That's because I'm handsome and a way lot younger than them," the joker chuckled.

"Hi," I said timidly. She stood before me, tall, radiant, cloaked in fur as white as snow with eyes like garnets, glowing from within. My wolf. She was... like me. "I have been waiting for this moment," she said. Her voice was regal, calm, and ancient. "I am Alba, descendant of the goddess Kheimon, first of my kind. High Priestess of Winter." "Is that who we are?" I asked, my voice trembling with awe. "High Priestess of Winter?"

Alberto jeered. Alberto had a story. He had once been an Alpha of a small pack across the border. They had been doing well—until they were attacked. He had been forced to sacrifice the woman he loved, their bond, and even their son to save himself. Now, he owed his life to the people he worked for. They had saved him, given him a second chance when he had given up. He was their first recruit for this mission and a vital part of their plan to take over.

* Mike replies just as the large doors to the throne room open once more. I peer at the Alpha who confidently strides forward. His tall dark frame with familiar green eyes lock on mine and he smiles wide and brilliantly. “Marcus?” I say with a frown because the man is almost the carbon copy of Lamia’s father. “Your Highness,” The Alpha bows, “Alpha Albert of the River Moon pack.” He speaks now nodding his head at Mike as a greeting. Mike smiles and bounces down the steps. “Alpha Albert, it’s a pleasure to meet you finally.” Mike extends his hand to the Alpha who takes it, and they shake vigorously. “My father will be sorry he missed you.”

As they shared a moment, Alpha Abel approached, congratulating Carmen on his impressive victory. "Remind me never to piss you off," Alpha Abel said as he patted Alpha Carmen on the back, "Congratulations, brother, another win in the bag, you always leave up to your name" "His name?" Leia questioned as she gave Alpha Abel a confused look "Ignore him Leia, he is just being stupid," Alpha Carmen said as he rolled his eyes at Alpha Abel "Your mate over there goes by the name Champ because he has never lost a match before," Alpha Abel said

There was a brief flicker of guilt on Saul's face upon hearing Alba's agonized ramblings. However, it soon faded, and he reared his chin impassively. "There's honor in Megan's sacrifice. As her uncle, I will remember everything she's done for the family. Remember, Alba—this is for the family." "Fuck the family!" Alba could lose his mind right then. He was a martial artist himself, but he was only ranked Birthright and far beneath Saul, who was ranked Ascendant. That was why he could not budge at all under Saul's grip.