Alma Gemela Novels & Stories

I'm engulfed by his huge body, every part that comes in contact with him fires up. My wolf purrs inside my head, loving her mates touch. I want to melt in his arms, I slowly raise my arms to reciprocate the hug but a sudden image of Theo flashes in my mind making me open my eyes, I push him away quiet harshly. Dominic looks taken aback by my gesture, he looks at me and than towards his vacant open arms "don't touch me" I warn pointing my finger at him. "I am not your mate! I am Alpha Theodore's mate. I am Luna Celeste of the Red moon pack" I announce with my head held high.

When she uncovered it, she found the other piece of the fragment. “Nromais. How did you..?” The ghost only smiled. He opened his mouth, probably to say something but he had no voice. “The Nromais!” Finrod exclaimed. “Uh, oh. I felt Caeruleus. He needs help!” Margarette ran hastily. Finrod stayed composed, “The hell with him. I still think he is not to be trusted.” “What are you doing standing there? Let’s go!” Ellaine pulled him. But the ghost’s hand made its way around hers and caught it. She pulled it back but he just won’t let go.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

Certain letters were either drawn out, shortened, or omitted completely. My drifting mind was brought back by Diana pulling me forward by my upper arm. "Bly, this is Gemma. Gemma, this is the queen of the underground, Alpha of the Brokentooth pack, a master trader in all things legal and not, Bly Zahn. Her mother is the female we just met, Alta." The resemblance was striking–golden-brown eyes, dark brown hair falling to her chest, features sharp but made soft by curiosity. She also reminded me of Raisa with her irises bright with intelligence and body poised for controlled movements.

Amelia responded, not hiding her dissatisfaction. "I understand how you feel lady Amelia but, does reading instructions that I was given and I cannot go against them. It is most possible that you are misunderstood what the monthly rate at close you because I'm not allowed to tell you exactly who she is as that is against my regulations as a seer. The only thing I can tell you right now is how you can point out who she is because like I said earlier, the witch who is a direct descendant of Alisa, is much more closer to you than you think and all you need is to hear the things that I'm going to help you point out who she is," Alma explained and Amelia honestly couldn't believe it.

The fire glowed brightly under the full moon shinning down, the soft voices of children hushing one another trying to hear the old woman who looked like she would die at any moment. Alma is the descent of the first “Protectors”, she is a powerful witch and a seer who has aided and helped win so many wars against the forces of evil. Alma is a living legend, it is said she had an encounter with the moon goddess Selene. She now resides in the most quiet and smallest pack, known as the Silver Pack.

That too had gained some surprise from the alphas, as the men around her then helped themselves with their own refreshments. “What would you like answers to, Alpha Gregory?” Gemma continued calmly, once everyone was seated again. “Well, I can see now that you are indeed in possession of this pack. And that you have found your mate, Luna –“ “She is the Goddess appointed alpha, Alpha Gregory.” Dale all but growled in annoyance, only relaxing his tense muscles when she laid a hand on his arm. Both alphas seemed flabbergasted at Dale’s comment. “Are you serious?” Alpha Winston asked in surprise. “Do you have proof of this?”

I say playfully, noting the way her cheeks turn scarlet. She uncovers her mouth to smile at me, “Good gasp. Is it silver?” She asks, cautiously as her finger hovers over the necklace I’ve gifted her. It’s a white gold necklace with a black wolf pup curled up inside a wreath surrounded by diamonds. Atlas told me, Alma is a midnight black wolf, the complete opposite of Atlas’ snow-white fur. I’m sad I’ll never get to see her in person and that Atlas can never go for a run with her, but that’s not something I’ll ever share with Sorrell, I know how much it must pain her not being able to shift. I couldn’t bear the thought of not being able to shift.

she admitted. Kaelen watched her for a moment, then his gaze slid to the pendant hanging around her neck. “Hold it tight,” he whispered. “And imagine a human form.” Alma looked down at the object, her fingers gently brushing against it. She'd never had to change. She'd been born a wolf, raised that way. The very idea of looking any different seemed unreal. But she knew she had no choice. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to imagine.

I haven’t turned but I’m weaker. “ Do you know who this belongs to?” “ Yes sir, her name is Amelia Ambers. She was an angel healer for an Alpha in Italy but he’s pack was overthrown and only a few survived and said she was kidnapped by the Alpha who killed most of their pack. They never saw it coming nor ever heard of the Alpha before so they couldn’t give me a name.” “ Is she still alive? If so, can you track her down?” “ We tried sir. The last place she was seen was in South America with a woman named Ava Carmichael. She's a packless werewolf but she's not a rogue; she owns a bakery in Peru.”