Alluka Zoldyck Gender Novels & Stories

Hudde said. “I am Zell.” Hudde’s eyebrows went up. “Wait, Zell, as in Atlas’ second in command?” Rhobart nodded. “That Zell.” “I was sure you were a man,” said Eude. “This is... unexpected,” Hudde continued. Zell narrowed her eyes. “Don’t tell me you think a woman belongs in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant.” Eude grinned. “Women belong naked in beds.” Ayla felt embarrassed by the way the twins spoke in front of Zell, but it wasn’t her place to scold them.

“You think he'd make a good alpha?” Ulric hesitated. “No, but not for the reason his father thinks. He's a loup floraison, like you. He's more masculine than they typically are, but it's still not his role to lead an entire pack, no matter how much he wants to.” He must have seen Bella's indignant rant coming because he added, “Before you start, it has nothing to do with what they put on his birth certificate. The verndari wolf who's next in line to become alpha of the pack in northern Oregon is also a trans man, and I dare say he'll be one of the finest alphas the Brotherhood has seen. There are plenty of women who are alphas as well. Nonbinary folks of all identifications. Gender has nothi

Wynton, Yardos, and several others were there too. “So, all of you were here.” As he walked over to the group, James spotted a beautiful, elegant lady among the group of men. “Zella?” James widened his eyes in surprise. “James!” Zella got to her feet as she was delighted to see him. “He’s a fake,” Wynton said in a monotonous voice, “This man is actually Saint Zuriel from the Orstellen Sect.” “W… What?!” Zella was flustered upon hearing her brotherʼs words.

“I apologize for this little misunderstanding. We signed a marriage certificate to shut the Pack’s elders' mouths, but now it’s a reality. You are my wife, Evelyn.” “Those uncles, Madam Stella and Carla, they are also werewolves?” A bullet of panic rose into my chest, Zuriel was really on a mission to crush my heart. “My elders are wolves, but my aunt and Carla are like humans. We call them wolf-less.” He tapped his hand on the bed and invited me. “You were disturbed by me. Please come and take a rest. I am aware this is a lot to take, so I will give you all the time and space to think. Trust me, please.”

Standing up, I dust off my joggers, this porch could really do with a sweep “Is he hot?” Lola has moved and stood in front of me “He has to be right, if he is an Alpha. All Alpha’s are hot” I couldn’t help but laugh at her and she smiles “Um Lola, Charlie is a girl” Her jaw drops open, the gum rolling out and landing on the grass “A female Alpha, impossible” Rolling my eyes, I walk away and head into the packhouse, Lola hot on my trail. “You’re lying, women cannot be Alpha’s everyone knows that”

Vaelira’s face goes completely white like a ghost, then bright red like fire, then back to white again—her whole body completely frozen like ice. My internal wolf almost bursts out laughing like a crazy pup. In my mind, I am clapping my paws and giving Zyric a giant standing ovation! "Yes, that is the same wolf," I say into the phone, making my voice sound as sweet as sugar crystals. Zyric’s tone turns super sharp like a vanguard spear. "Alpha Vickon says the Blackwynd fortress is not a garbage den open to any random stray, especially not females with bad motives and a history of inappropriate wolf behaviour."

a bald man greeted them. "Meet my wife, and she's also my mate, Xevia." "Mrs. Balstair, may I introduce myself? I am Gillard, an omega. All present here are wolves. Can you feel it?" he whispered and giggled. I just smiled and nodded, "Can you tell what kind of wolf I am?" she asked and smiled. The bald man laughed loudly, "Mrs. Balstair, alpha female wolves are different. I like your style," he chuckled.

Zelda’s POV The lights suddenly illuminated Alpha Jake, the center of attention at his welcome party. Dressed in a white suit with a golden symbol on the chest, he radiated authority. "Welcome, Alpha Jake," the usher began, trying to build up the atmosphere. "The alpha of the rogues, the one and only alpha who can have any woman he desires, the alpha who slayed a lion at the age of three, the alpha who—" Alpha Jake interrupted the usher, raising his hand to silence him.

No hesitation. She leads the way. Damian follows behind us. The witches waiting at Marcus’s property are older. Most of them. Some look like regular mothers. Others look like what people expect witches to look like. Long skirts. Heavy fabrics. Dark colors. One of them steps forward. She is dressed in deep burgundy velvet. Her smile is bright when she sees Zara. “You must be Zara Vance,” she says. “First female Alpha in years.” “That we know of,” another witch adds.

Even righteousness came with a price. The only anomaly was the young lad Alexander Zumerong he had met on one of his crusades… the one he later came to recognize as the young marquess of Worthington duchy from the kingdom of Hal. Curiosity drew him near to this anomaly… and here he met his long-time nemesis Zelda who had disappeared from the arcane world…