Alfur Aldric Novels & Stories

"Aldric is—complicated." I looked at Cas. "Would you say Aldric is our friend?" "I would say Aldric is an eleven-hundred-year-old vampire who's been reconsidering his positions for nearly five years by corresponding with a ten-year-old about art and governance and horse parliamentary systems." Cas set down his tablet. "Whether that constitutes friendship is debatable." "Grace thinks he's our friend," Nate said with four-year-old certainty. "She says anyone who writes that many letters about horses is probably nice."

"Why are you still sound asleep in your room at seven o'clock?" He said annoyed. Aldric is a handsome man with brilliant blue eyes who is also annoying and arrogant Aldric pulled the blanket over Casey's mostly covered body, "It's still early," Casey said. the blanket was seized by Aldric, who threw it on the ground. "You still think it's still early, right instead of relaxing in this room, you should make breakfast for your husband. you and your father would both be imprisoned for the crimes you committed were it not for the kindness of my family" He spoke

Lucian began, but before he could finish, Aldric let out a laugh and slammed him to the floor, raising a claw to slash his face—but Lucian stopped the strike just in time. “I’m fucking enjoying this!” Aldric roared. “But I’m getting impatient to rip and tear you apart, piece by piece.” Green veins bulged along Aldric’s muscular arms, and his strength doubled. His monstrous claws pressed dangerously close to Lucian’s face, cracking the floor beneath them. “You’re worthless, Lucian,” Aldric said with a creepy smile. “Weren’t you craving death all your miserable life after being cursed by the fucking Moon Goddess? Come on, Lucian—I’m doing you a fucking favor.”

Marcel: The door opened. I didn’t look up at first. I already knew who I was expecting to see. The bond tugged, sharp, impatient, pulling my attention toward the threshold. I rose from behind the desk, irritation already simmering, prepared to face whatever defiance she had decided to bring with her this time. “Alpha.” It wasn’t her voice. Not that I expected it anyway. “What did she do this time?” I looked up, raising an eyebrow. Vladimir stood in the doorway, his expression tight, controlled, but there was no hiding the tension in his eyes.

he murmured, licking his lips as if savoring the very thought of me. A wave of disgust washed over me, and I couldn't help but make a face, the kind that expressed my disdain for his objectification. "No, no, no, no, no. I don’t like that kind of face," he said, his tone shifting to a playful reprimand. "But don’t worry; everything will be solved when you have a taste of what I have to offer." His words hung in the air, heavy with implications I could hardly ignore. Jerome, the powerful Alpha, seemed to revel in the chase, and I was caught in the whirlwind of his intentions.

Alpha Eric brings Shade on stage and everyone watches as Alpha Eric smiles and hugs his son “I Alpha Eric, of the Sahara blood moon pack here by relinquish my title as Alpha to you my son Shade Andrews, do you take on this responsibility?” Shade smiles and takes his dads hand “ I Shade Andrews of the Sahara blood moon pack take on the responsibility of Alpha, and promise to uphold my responsibilities as the Alpha.” As the ceremony comes to an ends everyone howls celebrating the coming of their new alpha and I smile softly staring at the man who is my mate and now alpha. Before I could even think my father is pulling me up to the stage and smiling instead of the disappointment I seen earlier

He said, and I smirked before letting out a low growl, calling for the hell hounds who I knew would be the one thing to defeat a death eater. The man frowned before I bit whatever it was that he was holding me with. My eyes turned into a deep shade of red as three doors opened, revealing the hellhounds who were summoned by my command. “What…?” “I, Alpha Arturo de’ Medici, last heir of my blood, summon the hellhounds to kill and drag you to the hell you truly belong in.” I said, glaring at the man whose eyes widened in surprise. “Now, any last words?”

“Oh, how can I forget? He killed my wife.” “And you tried killing me for years.” Mum’s eyes seemed to harden. “My apologies, Lady Maurie but unforgiveness has always been my one flaw. But today is a new day, isn’t it?” He grinned and gestured to the lady standing quietly beside him. “Lenora, meet Grimaldi’s only heir, Alpha Dorian Grimaldi.”

Daryl growls at him. “Do you not think you should have asked me that first Alpha? My name is Lucian.” his smile reveals white than white teeth. “You’re not Lucian!” I blurt out and he stops to look at me, his blonde eyebrows raised as he takes in my shaking body. “I most certainly am, little sister. Though I am certain you do not remember me, you would have been too small.”

And there it was – a single paper well folded and hidden as though my parents didn’t want it to be found. Remembering the last few words I’d read on the net – He’s diligent and – I continued reading as I walked back to my table. - powerful but Levi wasn’t one of us… he’s from a different species. He’s a warlock. I stared at the paper in my hands. My chest and throat felt tight; my vision turning blurry. I tried to control it, telling myself that nothing was certain yet. I needed to discuss this with the other Alphas first but still…