Alfur Aldric Novels & Stories

How I wish… "And so, the reason for our visit was because we wanted to introduce you to someone." "Someone?" I echoed. She nodded. Grendel whistled and a child appeared at the entrance of the chamber. I stiffened at seeing that child. "Meshka! Come," Ulva called him. "This is your uncle. The Moon Child Alpha, Knight. " The kid's eyes focused, and he stood still. His playful aura vanished as he paused, placed his fist into his chest, and bowed.The two giggled, watching their son. "He idolizes you." Ulva spoke.

“That is none of your business. Focus on your duties as Beta. Do your job and stay out of my personal life.” But Aldric did not stop, instead he pushed further. “Freya has put a spell on you. She is not fit to be Luna. She is turning you against Caroline and you need to see the truth before it is too late.” The words about Freya made me lose control. I moved fast and punched him across the face. The punch was so hard that Aldric stumbled back, blood started coming from his lip. He looked shocked. “Do not speak about Freya like that,” I growled. “Never insult her again.”

There were no hidden daggers to account for, no hostile high alphas to outmaneuver, and no corrupt Assembly envoys whispering threats in the corridors. The heavy iron latch clicked with a distinct, solid snap, and King Aldric entered the solar. He had entirely traded his heavy, formal broadsword and armored pauldrons for a soft tunic of midnight-blue wool, his silver-streaked hair catching the bright morning light. The exhaustion of the multi-day festival was visible in the faint lines around his sharp eyes, but his posture carried a light, unbound freedom that Lyra had never seen before. In his arms, he carried a long, shallow chest crafted from rare white ash wood, bound in polished silver

Aleric started. He turned around and Thea finally stepped back, her smile never faltering as she fed on the anticipation of waiting to watch me die. Her hunger was insatiable, looking as though she was holding herself back from killing me herself. "Therefore, with the power held within me, I, Aleric Dumont, Alpha of the Winter Mist Pack, sentence you, Ariadne Chrysalis, former Luna of the Winter Mist Pack, to death."

Kael’s hand found Bonita’s shoulder, protective and alert. “Who are you,” he demanded. “And how do you know what she carries.” “My name is Aldric,” the stranger said. “I’ve spent forty years tracing old bloodlines and older prophecies, following whispers most mages dismiss as superstition too dangerous to investigate closely. I felt something shift in the world months ago, Alpha — the same shift, I suspect, that brought your daughter Amira into being marked as she was.”

Others were strangers, but their postures were the same, tense, wary, coiled to strike. One figure stepped forward from the throng—tall, broad-shouldered, his silver eyes narrowing as they met mine. I knew him. Aldric. Former Alpha of the Ashen Fang. Once, Kaelus had broken his pack and scattered his wolves to the wind. "Elara." His voice was low, measured. "You should not be here." "I disagree," I said, taking another step closer. "This is exactly where I belong." A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd. Aldric’s gaze hardened. "You walk with the scent of Blood Moon still clinging to your skin. Tell me why I shouldn’t tear you apart where you stand."

for a split second Freya felt like his expression became cold and distant “ then I have to ask you this since we are on the Same side,” she breathed out “ who is Aldro?” She asked But the moment Freya did, she could feel him visibly stiffen as she called that name. And something affected him, as she could tell he had become nervous and very irritated “ and why the hell do you want to know that?” He called with an answer surprising Freya “ who told you about that?” “Because I was told he is an alpha from. The east pack, that he-”

"I invited Alpha Kayden here, as he mentioned that he has a way to get the council to talk to us." I turn to look at Alpha Kayden. "Is that true?" I ask. "Yes. I found out recently that Aldric is a distant cousin of mine." "Who's Aldric?" I ask, feeling as though I'm missing something. I look between Darius and Kayden, searching for a response. "Aldric is the head of the werewolf council. Aldric Calvaire is his name. For centuries now the Calvaire's have always held a position within the council." Darius explains.

I was not certain but he wasn't really a fan of cameras, plus he owned this place. "Over the years there's been no actual skincare products that were made without chemicals, Even the ones that were made didn't work properly for the skin but OLAD company have managed to look aside every other company's idea and maintain customers skin with their 'all in one' products.." he kept talking but I stopped listening. Many people were now murmuring about OLAD company, judging it but it didn't make me nervous. Not anymore. We deserved the best award. "Ladies and gentlemen I present to you Mrs Adele Smith and her daughter, Ola Smith" The moment those words were said. I stood up in pride and held my mom

"Her aura is lukewarm. I really do not know how to feel." "You should all try to keep it down. We do not know how she would react. I do not want to land myself in her bad books." Someone shushed the others. Aldric followed, silent as a shadow, his steps gliding rather than stomping. Cloaked in black, silver flame glinted occasionally under the folds of fabric where his aura pulsed uncontrollably. "The alpha is sure very upset." "I doubt if I have seen him this seriously before." His eyes emitted silver rimmed with darkness. He watched the room like a predator watching for danger.