Albedo Overlord Novels & Stories

Around it, the four remaining High Alphas had gathered their remaining 20,000 warriors. It was an impossible wall of steel and fur. "They're waiting for us," Kael said, standing beside Elias. The young wolf looked at the massive army, then at their own weary group of refugees. "Elias... we can't win a head-on fight against that many." Elias looked at the Citadel. He could feel the World Tree screaming from beneath the volcano. The High Alphas were "bleeding" the planet to power their defenses.

he said, “because you were not dropped in rank, at least we know there are no immediate side effects.” He continued, “We have no wolves here who have been lowered in rank or risen beyond measure. So the true potency of the antidote will only be known on the battlefield.” “There is still a chance it may not work,” he added. “But we pray to the Moon Goddess that we got the formula right.” Before I could respond, Alura walked into the tent. “Alpha,” she said, “Salcan’s army is closing in on the Confluence.” The room went quiet.

"The contract was a lie I told myself to justify keeping you close. But what happened in that chamber wasn't in any manual. I saw you move, Julian. You weren't just a Sun-Blood. You were the law." Kael moved then, closing the distance from the other side. He sat on the edge of the bunk, the heat radiating from his skin acting as a second blanket. "The North has legends of the 'Solar-Alpha.' A being that can command the packs without a single growl. I thought they were stories to keep the pups in line." He reached out, his calloused thumb tracing the line of my jaw. "But I felt it. When you told those Sentinels to release me... my wolf didn't just obey. It knelt."

Adolf's protective self-activated when they outnumbered us. "He's the same skulk I defeated," I mumbled, squinting my eyes. "The rumors are true…." One of them turned into an average human, but I can still differentiate he's one of the skulks. His long chromatic hair flawlessly slips down on his back. Adolf groaned, then took a step forward to face our opponent. "The late Alpha's son is really alive." I glance at them back and forth. It itch me to step forward to do something when Adolf blocks his hand, warning me that I shouldn't interfere.

But modesty is still valued in the human world, so we know to cover up. “Alpha Scarlett.” I hear a familiar voice call out. I turn to see Alpha Connor running towards us. “Alpha Connor. Good to see you. Just wish it could be under better circumstances.” I say to him. Alpha Connor is closer to my parent’s age than to mine but wasn’t mated until he was a bit older, so his pups aren’t yet old enough to take over his pack. He may not be a spring chicken anymore, but he’s still one hell of an Alpha. And he has the handsome good looks of a matinee idol with piercing blue eyes, a strong, square jawline and salt and pepper grey hair.

The first sign is the murder of the god Baldr, the son of Odin and Frigg. The second sign will be three uninterrupted long cold winters that will last for three years with no summer inbetween. It will be called 'Fimbulwinter' during these three long years, the world will be plagued by wars, and brothers will kill brothers. The third sign will be the two wolves in the sky swallowing the sun and moon, and even the stars will disappear and send the world into a great darkness. "So is this Just a story or do you think this will actually happen" I asked mum

The Elders lay scattered on the ground, gasping for air, their faces filled with a pure, primal horror that went beyond anything they had ever experienced. Henry Alonso fell to his knees, his eyes wide, his lips trembling as he stared at the pile of black dust, then up at his four-year-old grandson. He whispered a title that hadn't been spoken since the dawn of shifter history—a title of a wolf destined not just to rule a pack, but to destroy empires. "He didn't just wake the stone..." Henry choked out, his voice cracking with a terrifying, absolute awe. "He broke it. It's a World-Eater Alpha."

Dangerous. The atmosphere on the wall became suffocating. --- The werewolf army stopped several hundred meters from the castle. Silence followed. Then one of the Alphas stepped forward. He was enormous. Easily over seven feet tall. Silver hair flowed down his back. Golden eyes glowed beneath the sunlight. Scars covered his exposed arms. Each one told a story. A history of battle. A history of survival. The Alpha raised his voice. And somehow everyone heard him. "WE COME FOR THE MOONBORN."

By winning the battle over Crimson, I became the legal heir of being its Alpha. After all, I was Elbert’s daughter and the Luna of the pack that won the battle, not to mention that I was a member of Crimson; Elbert never declared me a rogue. According to the Charter that set the provisions for packs, if a member of a pack won in a battle against the Alpha of the said pack, then legally, the said member had the right to the Alpha position. Since Silver Moon’s victory meant my victory too, this meant that I was the new Alpha of Crimson.

AMELIA That was one hell of a wild evening. After Arnold drops me home, I walk around my house as I change out of my cotton dress and make my way to the washroom. As I turn the heating on for the hot water in my shower, I remove articles of clothing from my body and stand naked in front of the bathroom sink. My eyes fall at me in the mirror, and something catches my eye. It is a small crescent moon-like shape on the right of my collarbone, glowing with red on my porcelain skin. At first, my mind tells me it’s probably a freckle, but then again, when I study the mark on my skin closely with my fingers, I find it's something they call petechiae. The spot wasn't there on my skin as far as I can