Alona Tal Supernatural Character Novels & Stories

"She is a Rare Supernatural Species, My Lord. Classification: Unidentified. But the power... it’s a frequency-based manipulation. If she were fully matured, she could potentially unmake a wolf from the inside out just by humming a specific note." Ayla’s head snapped up. Her hair, a tangled "silky storm of ink," clung to her face. She looked at Silas, her eyes wide and pleading. She raised a shaking hand, her fingers curling into a specific gesture - three fingers pressed to her heart, then moved outward in a sweeping arc. Truth, she signaled. I am telling the truth. Silas finally looked at her. His lip curled in a sneer that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Elara asked, her voice crisp and clear. "She is nothing," Bryson answered instantly, turning his back on Glenda to stand beside his wife. Elara nodded once and took two steps toward Glenda, stopping just out of reach. "You claim to be Luna," Elara said, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "But a Luna has dignity. A Luna has grace. You look like a rabid dog that slipped its leash." "I am the true Luna!" Glenda screeched, lunging forward with her claws extended.

/Alora/ During the fight, Alora accesses her real Alpha abilities. Despite his best efforts, Randall and Alora struggle to defend themselves. In desperation, Lila's ghost emerges to give Alora mental support. Alora defeats her witch opponent's enchantments through her connection with her dead daughter. My beating heart sank as the pack shifted across my shoulders during combat. I fought against Allison's black magic with Randall through deep breaths while standing back-to-back. Sword fighting and people crying out made my heart despair.

Her wolf, Alisa was a Lycan from the start, but because of the spell bound she had to lose all of her power and lived like an Omega. She was very beautiful. A pure white fur with a pair of cloudy blue eyes and a giant body. Any one could lose in her beauty. Her beauty could mesmerize anyone or any wolf. She was running forward. The moon was giving its moonlight on her body. Her white fur was shining under moonlight. She looked like an actual Moon Child. The unbelievable creature of the Moon Goddess. She almost reached the lake but crunching hit her ears from behind. She was not weak anymore who would run away in fear.

When her mother spots me she runs to me in worry and pulls me into their warm cabin. “Oh heavens! Whatever happened to you dear?” Her mother asks me as she leads me into their house. “She’s from the werewolf nation and she said she got here with a teleportation spell.” Alana blurts out. “What? From where? A teleportation spell?” Her mother looks from Alana and then to me in confusion. “The witches said a new savior would come. A witch from the werewolf nation and here she is.” Alana says not seeming pleased with the fact that I’m the new savior.

" I opened my hands, and a ball of fire appeared on my open palm. I let the fire ascend in the air, and it started to write words. "Why she can control fire. Prietess Alona said she doesn't have magical power and only relies on her lycan strength. " "Isn't that your thought? " The man's face pale, and his hand shook.

she smiled and replied in Albanian. "Excuse my brother Ali for his rudeness, I think we will be friends" Luna laughed and shook my hand. "We start?" Tala asked and extended her hand to me. I gave her my hand and she started saying some strange things about witches, until her eyes turned white and mine were bright red.. We stayed like this for half an hour until she let my hand fall back.. “What?” Dad asked. “She is so strong, the monster inside her is preventing me from entering her mind, and this is probably due to a multiplication of feelings like…” Tala said seriously.

Vador sighed as Aleister entered the study. "Call Alizon," Aleister said."Call her now" "Yes? You called for me,"a lady in white appeared.She had a white mark running from her hair down to her forehead,her hair was black. Alizon was a white witch,she was also Vador's godmother who stayed in the east empire disguised as an old lady.She was King Alarie's younger sister who was not killed when the dark witches had attacked because they didn't know about her. Only Vador and Aleister knew about her,she was a very powerful witch with healing powers and the ability to summon souls.

“She is your strength and your armor. Both of you, together, are a force and the whole world will hear of this battle.” I was about to speak when Ayla walked into my bedroom and saw mother. “Your highness,” she bowed her head slightly. “Your grace,” my mother bowed all the way to her knees. “You should be here,” Ayla said to her with concern. “I'm a healer just like you, Luna Ayla. Not as powerful but with a whole lot of werewolves and Lycans around I can still use my magic and help.” Ayla gasped and walked towards her. “you are a siphoner, like Amora….”

“Crimson - and correct me if I'm wrong: Was born of blood magic, father was Senko. Finn was also born of magic; his mother must have been a witch, and his father was Orion. Orion was a descendant of a god. The little boy is born of power, good and evil. I’m sorry I don’t know his name. And Petra was born from two parents who both were alchemists in one way or another.” “You’ve done your homework.” The large burly beta says, leaning forward and bracing his hands on the table. “The problem is we don’t know where Petra is.” “She’s in the dungeons with Oliver,” Travis speaks calmly and evenly. “Oliver is here?” Tala abruptly stands her hand over her heart. Things were getting complicated. “It's