Novel & Cerita Albedo Overlord

The air felt charged, heavy with the ozone scent of a coming storm. The climb back toward the northern docks was silent. Kaelor moved with a fluidity that shouldn't belong to a man who had lost his mutations. He was faster now, his body leaner, more efficient. Aradaa followed, his mind racing through thousands of lines of dead code, searching for the "glitch" the Overseer had mentioned. "There," Vladya pointed. A single, piercing needle of white light shot up from the northern horizon, cutting through the bruised violet of the sky. It wasn't the soft aurora of the souls. It was a laser, precise and cold.

Which is why Albus got away with calling the alpha rabbit food. "Come on alpha!, why so glum?" Albus asked. Legolas growled, pulling the covers over his head and hoping that would get Albus the hint to get lost. It didn't. Nothing to get the ball of energy out of the room unless his mate called him. Perks of being a white wolf. Something very rare. White wolves weren't affected by the alpha's command since they were descendants of the moon goddess.

“This place looks busy, I wonder why the need for more brides, huh,” Alba said sarcastically when Miguel walked into the study room. Miguel chuckled and walked straight to the desk “You know how it is, do you perhaps want to be among them,” Miguel remarked arching his brows at her. Alba was 24 years old, a powerful witch with powers she inherited from her parents. Over the years, she had done enough to earn herself a position as the werewolf commander. Trusted by the alpha king

a voice rumbled from the shadows. Kaelen stepped into the grove, his graphite obsidian skin looking as hard and timeless as the cliffs themselves. He was a massive Alpha now, his presence a literal foundation for the pack that ensured no one ever felt the "drift" of the void again. He knelt beside me, his large, stone-like hand brushing the petals of the new bloom.

Torches flare, magic stirring with the movement — old wards humming in greeting or warning, I can’t tell which. The emissary stands inside, flanked by two guards in northern armor. Pale steel, etched with blood-runic carvings — rituals from packs who worship the winter moons and sacrifice to them. Their leader steps forward. Tall. Pale hair like bleached bone. Sharp cheekbones. Absurdly perfect features that reek of northern arrogance — carved by cold wind and power. Alpha Tiberius Frost. So they sent the heir, not a messenger. Interesting. And dangerous. He bows — not low enough. “Alpha Kael.”

Tessa wasn't sure what the Moon Goddess was thinking when she destined them as mates. "Okay, let's get started," Tessa spoke, pulling out a couple of files from the stack. "As we know, the Alpha and Beta of White Sand are due to visit from Arizona by the end of the week," she stated while opening the first folder. Tessa presented the Beta's photo first, displaying a young man with tanned skin and hazel eyes. His brown hair was styled with short sides and a long top, which added to his youthful appearance. "Alan Monroe has been the Beta of White Sand since his older brother took power six years ago. Alan was only seventeen. As the record states, he is highly skilled in combat training, much l

"Get two third of your people and surround their late safe house before the moon rises. You also go with them. I want either one of them or both alive. I heard that the lady is somewhat weak now after her sudden ascension. So it won't be much troublesome for you to catch them both in one go." "Yes, my lord."The second-in-command said,bowing down and accepting the mission. "And the remaining one third... arrange them to lead an attack on that kids' pack. Tell them to take those wolves by surprise and catch the alpha female." "But my lord, that alpha... He is not someone our normal warriors can deal with. Are you sure that it's okay to launch an attack without having me or you as an backup?" C

Xavier - POV I take my seat on the council, joining Nathan, the Alpha of the West, and Jordan, the Alpha of the East. I'm the Alpha of the North, and Francis, the former Alpha of the South known as Bluewood, is no longer in power. I feel a surge of satisfaction as my brother Kai begins to take the upper hand. The council enters the room, followed by Neon, who locks eyes with me, a flicker of hate visible in his gaze.

I stopped, not knowing his name. “Chris.” I nodded my head. “The couple moved after I left the baby on their doorstep. So, I don’t know where she is. If we took her, he would still attack us.” Between all the alphas here, I only knew seven out of the fifteen. So if any of the new people stayed, I will have to explain everything from the top. “Are you declaring war? Because if so, we have zero chances of winning,” Chris said. “This is the rogue king we are talking about. If I didn’t know any better, the dragons would be on his side. Those traitors seek destruction more than peace.” Some alphas agreed with Chris.