Alona Tal Supernatural Character Novels & Stories

I say, my muscles tense. "He has the ability to shift to a feminine form and he has one mole beneath his left eye" she rasps and I grip the window sill, my knees threatening to give out. Only mum and I know about Talon's ability to shape shift into a feminine form. This is due to the fact that his female twin had died in my mother's womb and her soul had attached itself to Talon's soul. All this time, he'd been a prisoner in Lochan's castle. Rage pulses through my veins in hot waves and the shadows in the room increases. I turn away from the window just in time to see Alanna swaying on both feet. Her eyes flutter close and before she hits the ground, I appear at her side and scoop her into m

I'm very proud of her. Lycaon continued to look suspicious. - It was a source of pride for me because it just proves how perfect she is. – Ayla smiles. She is the only priest of all the covens in the world who is not a pure witch. She is a hybrid, between a witch and a werewolf. Lycaon opens his eyes and mouth wide and looks between the two women. - If your destiny is to die soon, I think you deserve to meet my daughter. Lycaon falls on his ass onto the chair that was fortunately behind his back.

It was Alina's real soul, trying to speak, trying to remember that something was wrong inside her. I saw the forest. The wolves chasing. Her running. The promise of death. I saw Mila being healed. Watching her. Informing and caring for her. I felt her connection with the renegades, the afflicted... And I understood everything, she's not just a hybrid, she's part of the Loucrious lineage, extremely connected to the Moon Goddess and bearers of great powers and responsibilities. I removed my hands. Alina dropped dead. But she was still breathing.

The vampires might suspect Alicia had elven blood but she also smelt like a werewolf which made their belief’s dwindle, making it seem more impossible. “Stick to focusing on our people,” Lamia said before turning away. “I am,” Talon smirked, as watched his aunt walk away. She didn’t comment to his response, wondering what he might be scheming. Was this such a good idea to team up with Talon?

Ralph's POV Amid the innocent pages of a seemingly children's tale, one narrative captivated my attention, aligning with my understanding of Athena. “Tala, I believe this is what we're searching for,” I shared with excitement. “What's it about?” She inquired, leaning in for a closer look. “A mysterious werewolf possessing telepathic abilities and an imposing wolf. Originating from a potent lineage, she holds the power to both create and destroy,” I read aloud.

“Of course. The one who refuses to stay still.” “There are three,” Talia said softly, her gaze tender. “Our daughter — she’s a white wolf. A healer. I can already feel her calm. She has an affinity for Alina; it’s strange, almost as if she recognizes her.” Her eyes flicked toward the smallest bed, lined in white fur. “She’ll bring balance.” Lucian’s thumb moved gently where the warmth flickered. “And the others?”

" One after another, murmurs spread through the crowd like wildfire. "It's Alpha Oliver!" "He's alive!" "I knew something wasn't right!" "Our Alpha has returned!" Meanwhile... On the ceremonial platform... Cole's face had completely drained of color. His lips trembled uncontrollably. "N... no..." He staggered backward. "No... That's impossible." "A ghost!" Ria suddenly let out a terrifying scream. "It's his ghost!" She clung desperately to Cole's arm. "He died, I saw him! It's impossible."

All except for one thing. Every few minutes, I caught Elder Alaric looking at me. Eventually, during a pause in the conversation, he spoke. “Forgive my curiosity, Luna,” he said calmly and the table went quiet. “Something about your aura feels… unusual.” My heart immediately started racing inside my chest. I kept my face calm somehow, but inside my brain was screaming. “There are many strange phenomena in our world,” he said slowly. “Identity magic, soul displacement… even cases where one soul inhabits another body.”

Wholly vulnerable. ​This is the day the Alphas have historically gathered to fight and rank the packs, a brutal test of raw, human skill without the aid of their wolves. ​But in the vision, as I look down at my hands, I realize I am not human. Because my soul is bound to something infinitely older and more powerful, I am the only being on the entire planet completely unaffected by the moon's disappearance.