Albus X Scorpius Novels & Stories

Dorcas said. "Prophesy?" She whispered. "It's nothing important," Dorcas dismissed her question. "It is an old legend that says an Alpha will mate with the fiery-haired woman, with a crescent-shaped birthmark under the Blood Moon," Sebastian replied, helpfully. Dorcas glared at him. Then turned towards Serena.

"But she can't even shift!" "Because her wolf is dormant, waiting for the right trigger to awaken," Kaiser says. "The old texts speak of this- a white wolf so powerful that her abilities remain hidden until pure will wakes her wolf up. With dark magic, I can not only awaken her wolf but bind it to my will. How could I not have known that she is the white wolf? Her father, Alpha Harry, is a gray wolf- a hybrid. His great grandmother was a white wolf and she got married to a black wolf and their lineage became grey wolves. Alora beat the genetics- she used the last surviving white wolf, the last sign of the white wolf. She is the one that the prophecy talks about,” he says with a smile

--- She carved words in the void. No pen. No paper. She used her own scent to trace, stroke by stroke, in the darkness. Her scent left brief silver-white trails in the void, like shooting stars across a night sky. Gone in an instant. She didn't mind. She wrote their names. The names of the twelve Alphas: first, Molten, whose scent was the hottest, whose residue she carried the most; second, Abyss, whose scent was the coldest, who could cool her gland a little after each Harmony; third, Blade, whose scent was the sharpest, like a knife that cut through the enemy. And cut into her gland too.

he said. “What do you mean?” Tourmaline asked. “It means that the wolf that you saw in him. It is not a normal wolf like ours. Mine is the Alpha bloodline, descending from original Lycans blessed by the Moon Goddess,” said Razl when suddenly Tourmaline said,” Why do you call her the Moon Goddess? I mean, you do know that she has a name right?” Jillian’s head snapped at her as she said,” Wow!! The Goddess has blessed with a lot, babe.”

I looked round at him and saw him watching me intently. “A vessel made from two great powers, of twenty-five sun cycles in the making, will bring the creation of a great warrior,” he recited from memory and I turned and closed my eyes as he spoke “She will hold in her being the elements of both Alpha beast and Priestess witch, in a bond of the essence of Diana in the purest form, to the creation of the unequalled hybrid species,”

“Lucian and I hope to get married soon enough. He said he wants babies and my father already proved to him how fertile we can be” I ground my teeth together, trying to control the fury that I felt deep inside of me. Perhaps I will allow the blonde hair to continue to make a fool of herself till she is satisfied. I turned to Adrik who was clearly enjoying the drama. “Are they part of the peace treaty?” “Ah, yes” Adrik replied and pointed to the werewolf on his left. “This is alpha Xander, the alpha of the Nightshade pack and this is Alpha Corit, alpha of the Shadowclaw pack”.

"What did she say, Xanthe? What is she?" Xanthe's voice dropped to a hushed whisper, her words hanging in the air with an eerie intensity. "You know she has a weird kind of hair. She's a tribid, Daphne. A creature with a harmonious blend of human, vampire, and werewolf blood. I am not so sure if those were what she counted but it was spookier than you could imagine. She was like, she knew the drink was poisoned before she drank it."

They would chase one another through the underbrush, their figures weaving a tapestry of movement, and Aria, invigorated by their untamed spirit, reveled in the joy and freedom they embodied. In this delicate dance of friendship, she dedicated herself to learning their names and personalities. Akira, the strong gray male, radiated a protective nature, always vigilant, a quiet guardian watching over her. Luna, the sleek black female, was a bundle of playful energy, her exuberance often instigating wild chases, while Zephyr, a mischievous young gray male, was renowned for his daring escapades, darting off into the woods, exploring the boundaries of their territory with boundless curiosity.

A shock of energy silenced her. Luna flinched. “Touch her again and I’ll carve my name into your spine.” Merek chuckled. “So vicious. So beautiful.” He stepped closer. “I don’t want to kill you, Luna. I want to claim you.” She raised her chin. “That will never happen.” “Oh?” He circled her like a predator. “You carry the blood of ancient Alphas and dark-blooded witches. You are chaos and order. Fire and bone. And every Council member fears what you might become.”

It's the rule, no one must know that I am from the royal family and that I am the Alpha king's only son and the next Alpha king after my father; King Aragon. I smiled heartily when Zora was invited up by Zenden. I have heard about her outstanding performance since her first year in the citadel. My smile turned sore when Pearl was chosen by Zenden. I would rather prefer that Pearl has nothing to do with her. She is still new and Zenden… She is unpredictable and dangerous, nobody can tame her, not even Mrs Hopkins. The fear in my eyes dissipated into a smile when Pearl turned to look at me. The last thing I want to instill in her is fear.