Alfur Aldric Novels & Stories

Marcus didn’t want to join us because Fenriz would not permit it, but I made him a cup anyway. “Thank you, Luna Umiko,” he says, bowing his head as he takes the cup from my hand. “You’re very welcome,” I reply and take a cup of my own. Yui excuses herself for the bathroom soon after, and I take this as an opportunity to speak with him. “Marcus,” I start, clearing my throat. “What type of person is Alpha Fenriz?” A look of pride crosses his face, and he smiles. “He’s the strongest and fiercest Alpha this pack has ever had, ma’am,” he says.

"Stay with me. Return to me." A soft, silvery light flickered around them, warm like moonfire. Freya recognized it. His wolf. Aldric’s true essence surged forward, attempting to push back the curse. He grasped her waist, his voice hoarse. "Freya… I’m losing time. Whatever happens next… don’t let me go." "I won’t." The curse reacted violently to her words, unleashing a burst of red energy from Aldric’s spine. Freya cried out as the force separated them. Aldric fell hard to the ground, clutching his head.

he said, trying to sound tough but voice shaky, like he was freaked out. “Lyra, you didn't introduce me? Not nice.” He said. Everybody stared at Aldric. My mind was confused, I felt sick. He leaned back, all calm, his suit making him look too good. “Name’s Aldric Zack,” he said, his voice deep and sharp. “Alpha of the Redveil Pack. “Well, nice to meet you, Aldric,” Dad said, forcing a normal tone, but his eyes were wide, like he was staring at a snake.

I cannot beat her constant criticism, especially when it comes to the matters of my father. I’ve always wonder how she got to meet Adrian, when she’s so phobic about Alphas. All Alphas are fearless and ruthless, to an extent. But my father was dreadfully ruthless. He loved no one, and no one loved him. Everyone always prayed for his death. I go to my room, refreshing up should help cool me down. My wolf doesn’t seem to be annoyed by all Tori had said. He’s quiet, but I can feel that his disappointed that she had to say it in that manner.

"He is the first son of High Elder Helva, the Silkmaster. He saw the masterpiece outfit you made for me and decided to learn a few more tweaks from you, if you do not mind?" Oh...really? Lucinda wondered. She took time to survey the male. Technically speaking, he was younger than Alfos but probably about two years older than her. Alghars had a sharp nose and was a lot bigger than Alfos in size. The male looked handsome with his pale skin. But he didn't have that

I shrugged. Alpha Julius folded his arms across his chest, his eyes scanning my face for any signs of deceit. I hadn’t noticed it in the forest, but his eyes weren’t entirely blue. They were the colour of a savage sea, dark and untamed before melting into a copper crown surrounding his pupil. For a moment, I was completely mesmerised. Alpha Julius seemingly came to the conclusion that I was telling the truth and relaxed his posture ever so slightly. “Have you come by any other rogues in the area?” He questioned.

(Alfred Monticello) As he speaks about his opinion, it was clear that he was saying nothing but praised for Aeternum military that were educated and founded by me. Alfred is an Arch Lich that has lived for many years, he witnessed countless nation rose and fell, so him saying that Aeternum military were the strongest he ever seen, that means a lot.

His name was Aldric, and he arrived at the palace on a Wednesday as part of a routine noble house visitation schedule that Alexander's secretary managed with the precision of someone who understood that proximity to the crown was the primary currency of the aristocracy and had to be rationed accordingly. Aldric was seventy, broad-shouldered in the way that powerful men who have stopped doing anything physical remain broad-shouldered, and he carried himself with the specific confidence of someone who had never once walked into a room and doubted his position in it. He had three territories, two formal alliances, and an opinion about everything that he delivered at consistent volume regardless

A King wouldn't be playing bodyguard to a wolfless twenty-year-old girl. Freya nodded slowly, eager to agree with me. "You're right. He's probably just a rogue. I've heard there are black-market drugs that can temporarily project a massive aura to scare off rivals. That was all just an illusion. You're the strongest Alpha heir I've ever seen, Carl." I let her sweet, flattering words wash over me, soothing the massive dent Sylvia had just left in my ego. Yes. A trick. An illusion. Alaric was just a freak with a mute mouth and a pocket full of illegal aura-enhancers.

she muttered. I exhaled shakily, my words tumbling before I could stop them. “Because I didn't want to be the girl with the abandonment story. I don't want you to look at me like everyone does.” Her face became softer, like she was pitying me. But then, my muscles tensed. I felt it before I saw it. I slowly raised my head. And there he stood. Aldric. He stood at the top of the staircase. He was still, watching us. He wasn't in his usual black shirt. Just a fitted slate-grey tunic that hugged his frame. His sleeves were rolled to his elbow, exposing the pale lines of old scars across his forearms.