Alder Wand の小説・ストーリー

he further added and caught me totally of guards “Bring it…” King Aldrich further ordered Wanda in meantime I supported my back and sat up straight, I turned my head to look at wand who simply three my cloth bag in front of me. “Here…. your books….” wand said looking at with blankly “I tried to read them but they all are blank…. I am sure they are having some kind of spell casted on them or else there is no book in this world that I can’t read…” Wanda further added

and Velda felt a jolt in her tiger mouth and wrist, almost making her drop the sword. The collision of pheromones left the lower-rank wolves gasping. Velda's fangs began receding—a rare "bloodline submission" in werewolf clans. Velda's heart skipped a beat. She looked into Adelaide's deep eyes and saw the stick in her hand was unscratched. She was shocked. Adelaide's staff was not ordinary. Alpha Lance was determined to protect her. He wouldn't give her an ordinary wooden stick. It must be special. "So, this stick isn't ordinary," Velda said coldly. "Alpha Lance must have given you the toughest weapon."

I marveled in excitement seeing the beautiful view of the surrounding, Wane must have spent so much one here The waterfall look so peaceful, I walk towards it and use my hand to scoop some water, feeling the coldness of it, I sighted a swimming pool at the corner of the castle, I walk towards the swimming pool admiring the beautiful nature of this castle, it's so big yet it's so quiet and lonely, I sat on the edge of the pool and deep my bare legs into the water, I use my leg to feel the sweetness and coldness of the water I'm not giving up on you Wane, not when I've come this far….I promise to do everything to make you fall in love with me, even if it means going out of my comfort zone

’ Dad encourages through our link. “I, Zander Wyatt Blackwood, hereby accept the title of Alpha for Charwood pack.” “Do you swear to protect your pack first and foremost before anything else?” I nod slowly. “I do.” “Do you swear allegiance and loyalty to this pack and willingly take on the responsibilities as Alpha?” As my mind and body begin to accept that this is actually happening, I nod confidently. “I do.” “Do you swear to uphold the rules and traditions of this pack?” Again I nod, “I do.”

Walda, the witch of Berlin Dome, appeared in a swirl of green light, her long green cloak billowing behind. Her eyes, sharp as sapphires, locked onto me. “Step aside, children,” she commanded, her voice a gravelly whisper. “Let me see the damage.” Brandon growled but moved back, pulling Amanda with him. “Fix him, witch. He’s royalty, Prince Leopold of Edelstein we can’t afford to lose him.” Walda knelt, her hands hovering over my chest, green tendrils of magic curling from her fingertips. “Gunshot to the chest. Nasty work. Niklas, join me—blue for stability, green for renewal.”

There were twenty-six of them, each one engraved with an intricate, beautiful letter of the alphabet. I slid out of bed, ignoring Zander’s protest, and walked over to the crate. I picked up the letter ‘A.’ The wood was dark, heavy, and had a very specific, smoky aroma. “This isn’t just pine,” I whispered, my thumb tracing the grain. “It’s Alpine Cedar. From the high ridges.” “How do you know that?” Zander asked, his eyes narrowing.

Alder looked around the house where he was invited to come in. He saw a grand living room with plenty of seating areas and tall ceiling above. There is a warm glow of light from the antler chandelier above and only if it is morning right now, then there will be lot of lights coming from the large glass windows to the left.

Fuming in grudge and anger. In the borders, where no one is around and darkness shrouds all corners, Alder is sitting on the rock and looking at the red moon borders. He was hoping to see Sirena. Wants to talk to her and beg her to come back to him. But he also knows that she’s not going to come back to him. He knew about Xander, he wouldn’t let go of Sirena. They have a past, even he himself has seen them together.

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

He had a warm smile on his face as he approached me with a bottle of water in his hands. “I am fine Aldean, I just feel a little bit spent.” Aldean frowned at me and I could tell he was not buying it. Aldean was a wizard, one of the few in the witch clan and he possessed great magic. I had met him earlier in the morning on the training grounds and he was kind enough to give me tips on how to use my magic well. He was a kind man and I felt comfortable around him. “You can not fool me Claire, you are sweating buckets.” He said, tilting his head to the side, causing his golden shoulder length hair to sway to his side.