Alfred Hetalia Novels & Stories

He naturally recalled the scene when he was with Logan that day. "Alfred, what is your real name?" "I'm called Alfred Evas." "What a nice name. You're now my friend. Come and see me next time." "Friend?" "Yes, we're friends or even brothers." … "Will you kill me if Hayden asks you to in the future?" "No, I won't kill my friend. I also won't let others bully my friend." … What Alfred said at that time emerged in his mind. He started to feel remorse. 'What am I doing…'

If Selene had not listened in on them, she might have gotten intimidated, seeing all those scars on his face, particularly the long slash in his left eyes. Also, she can’t help but feel this sense of pity for the group behind the fellow, seeing as they were the same age as she was. It took a few seconds before the old one shook his head, forcing himself to return to his senses. “Hi. I’m Alfred, Alfred Delton. I’m standing in as the leader for this rowdy bunch of misfits that was stupid enough to kidnap you.” The old one put on his sweetest smile, lowering his head enough to pass up as a bow.

Alex looked over to where Ash was looking and saw four people. One was a long, black-haired female with good style who looked older and clearly was an alpha. And an arm was wrapped around her by a man who is clearly his mate, and he is also Alpha. Next to them was a boy who was like a teenager's kid and was also an Alpha. He was holding hands with a pretty lady with brown, shaggy hair and glasses. She was a beta. He saw the four of them make their way towards a table. Alex looked over at Ash and grabbed his hand gently as he led them to the table his siblings were at with their drinks in their free hands.

Kael wore ceremonial black, his chest bare, tattoos pulsing with heat. The Elders sat in a half-circle, silent and watchful. “Do you, Kael Stormborn, claim Luna of House Elara, not just as mate, but as Alpha equal—body, soul, and blood?” “I do,” Kael said, voice echoing like thunder. “And do you, Luna Elara, accept Kael not just as mate, but as your Alpha, your flame, and your final tether?” “I do,” Luna replied, her voice sure, unwavering.

Kiara: The scorching sun above the city is gradually fading, which makes me happy because I have been driving for over an hour. Today is the memorial for the late Luna, who died two months ago, and as her heir, I must pluck a handful of Lunaria, a mystique pant that blooms only at night. Being the Luna alongside the Alpha king is wonderful because of how much he adores me. It is all butterflies, but the responsibilities are daunting.

I asked cautiously and he lowered his gaze. “The others were being mean to me.” He muttered and I frowned. “What others?” I asked, my tone above normal and I felt my rage rising. “The kids in my class. They made fun of me for not having a daddy but I do have one. Mommy promised me that Uncle Roman would be my daddy.” Alfred responded and I could see the sadness in his eyes. I furrowed my brows, his words replaying in my mind. He addressed Roman as ‘Uncle’ but I remembered clearly that Mirabella had introduced him as Alfred's father.

“You sound very much like a man who believes control is the same as safety.” “It usually is.” “That is why fate enjoys humbling Alphas.” I snorted despite myself. “You always this comforting, or is this a special occasion?” Her lips curved faintly. “You’re welcome.” I paced once, then stopped in front of her. “I swear to you, Elda. On my blood, on my rank, on everything I am. I will keep this secret.” She met my gaze without flinching. “Swear all you like. Fate does not listen.”

Alfred says, bowing his chin. "Look at this pathetic stray boasting about his little business contracts!" Tahlia Sterling snaps, rolling his eyes as he steps out onto the stone patio. "He screams into his comm-stone like he wants the entire Condex sector to worship his low-tier alliance with Double D! What an absolute court prude!" "Your mouth should focus on your own weak performance scripts, Tahl," I bark back smoothly, stepping past his shoulder into the darkness before his claws can twitch. "The country youth possesses the noble manners of a true high-born alpha line, yet the manor-bred pup behaves like a rabid wild dog," Alfred murmurs silently under his breath, his old eyes tracking my

“I thought you knew?” “Yes! I mean no! I knew they weren’t humans, but… but half wolf? That’s insane.” He leaned forward. “Exactly, Isabella! It is wild, mind-blowing, and ridiculous. Who could have thought something like that existed? And there are different kinds too, like ranks. Alpha is the highest rank, and that is what Alexander and his father are.” The look in my father’s eyes… It was even scarier than what he was telling me. Madness… something close to madness, that’s what I could see.

A fatal attraction that dragged you living into the grave. Seven Alphas. The seven most dominant Alphas on the entire continent. They formed a semicircle of crushing, suffocating pressure. Kane and I were the sole epicenter of this hurricane. Cedarwood. Aged paper. Wildfire. Cold metal. Fresh-cut grass. Honey. Bone ash.