Alfur Aldric Novels & Stories

ELARA POV The elevator climbed in a silence so heavy it felt like the air had been sucked out of the small space. I watched the floor numbers flicker on the display—70, 71, 72—my heart thumping in time with the soft mechanical hum. Beside me, Alaric stood perfectly still. He had loosened his collar earlier, but he still looked like a man made of stone. The scent of his cologne, a mix of rain-soaked wood and expensive leather, filled the small space, making my head spin. Every time the elevator jolted slightly, our shoulders brushed, sending a jolt through my skin that had nothing to do with the gala.

LYRA’S POV I laughed so hard seeing the flour in Alpha Alaric’s hand that I nearly fell off my chair. Actually, I did slide halfway down the stool, clinging to the counter for balance as my stomach cramped from laughing. “Kael, this is not salt” Alpha Alaric told Karl, holding up the flour. “It looks like salt!” Kael shot back. “No, it does not look like salt!” Alaric retorted “Salt is not powdered”

My footsteps echoed on the concrete pathway leading to it, each step feeling heavier than the last. The great doors were already open, and I could see figures moving inside. Members of the pack council, along with representatives from Frostfang. And my father. I stepped inside and immediately found him—Alpha Aldric of Winter’s Crest, my father, standing at the head of the long table that dominated the hall. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his hair more silver than black now, but his eyes were still that sharp, clear blue. He wore his authority like a second skin, commanding respect without having to lift a finger.

Without thinking twice, Archer strangled his neck, he was about to hit him when I stopped him and whispered into his ear “If you do this what will the pack think of you” He glanced at me and released him. “Ryker, I am ready to compete with you… I will make sure you lose to me” Archer said, gazing at him. “Oh. Then let's see," he muttered. We all went to the elder's place, we met the leader of the eldest whose name is Fridolf, he stared at them both for some minutes before speaking. “Ryker, since you insist you want to compete with Archer then you can but I surely know that you are gonna lose this battle because Archer is stronger than you,” Elder Fridolf said and he was furious.

About how they'd met at a neutral territory gathering, how he'd courted her despite the laws against it, how they'd run away together and lived in hiding for years. "He had your eyes," she said one afternoon, her voice wistful. And your stubbornness. Goddess, he was stubborn. Once he made up his mind about something, there was no changing it." "What was his name?" I asked. It felt strange, not knowing something so basic about my own father. "Aldric," Perla said softly. "Aldric of the Lycan line. He was brilliant and brave and absolutely terrible at cooking. I once watched him burn water."

The real Alpha. Silence swallowed the clearing. Aldric’s jaw tightened. “You weren’t supposed to be here.” “And yet,” Alaric replied mildly, “here I am.” He stepped closer, eyes never leaving me. I felt exposed under that gaze, like he was peeling back layers I hadn’t known existed. “You’re stronger than the reports suggested,” he said. “Even poisoned. You will bare strong pups.” I bared my teeth. “You talk too much for someone standing on Vale land.”

He stared at me and walked straight towards me. Dakota got infront of me and growled. He stopped but kept starting at me. I heard bones crack and there stood the most power Alpha in the world. Alpha Alcander. He smirked in his naked glory and growled. "Mate."

I needed a break before I ran mad with this sickening urge. A voice cut through my thoughts, the face it belonged to obscured by the carved concrete pillars to my left. A red-haired young man stepped out, his grin wide and eager. "Good evening, Alpha Calhoun. What an honour to meet you here," he said, his voice laced with a sycophantic tone. I studied him briefly. He shifted on his feet, almost fidgeting. "I’m Aldric, cousin to Alpha Draco," he introduced himself, stretching out a hand for a shake.

She, apparently is the daughter of an Alpha of a pack near by. Alec starts by showing us few advanced fighting and deflecting techniques with the sword and asks us to partner up and practice. 25 being an odd number, i was left alone with out a partner. Li offered me to switch with her partner. But i declined, its not fair for her. I ended up pairing with Alec. Alec is a good and patient teacher. Despite my many mistakes he laugh along with me and shows me the right way of doing it.

A vail filled with a potent ingredient that restores one back to health momentarily not forever it is but a potion that only in limited amount to sustain one from going to the afterlife a bit delayed than sooner it is but a concoction that has been made from witches cauldron that in which was the unusual of ingredients that makes its effectiveness and potentness very famous and wide spread to other folk but dark magic has its perks so as its downs that make them the most pricey as they look about. But it wasnt enough to make him well and Theo coughs sparingly " My mate I am weak do not waste your tears on me my love" Theo is saving his voice as spoke of words with a great deal of heart and c