Alona Tal Supernatural Character Novels & Stories

Something that should not exist. Lyla turned And there he was. Aleron. The first Guardian. The first traitor. He stood on the edge of a ruined battlefield. The sky above him was split. The earth beneath his feet was cracked. And in his hands Was the talisman. The same power Lyla had felt when she reforged the bond. But this time It wasn’t healing. It was breaking. Aleron lifted his gaze, seeing her. Not as a memory. Not as a ghost.

I heard Deucalion’s voice ask from behind me. Just as I turned to answer him, all the torches, candle stands, and chandeliers in the hall went out leaving us in total darkness. I tried to navigate my way around the darkness for a few seconds but before I could make it to Valerian, I felt someone seize me by the neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Illyria!!”

If she was not killed and was not taken hostage by other packs, where then was she? As if reading my thoughts, Titan asked, "if Alana is not with any of us, where then is she?" As if on cue with the question that Titan had just asked, a large cloud of smoke shot down from the sky, filling the whole place with thick darkness. As the whole place went dark, I held out my sword and spear and stood in a fighting stance, expecting to see a witch come out just like last time but who I saw wasn't a witch. Witches were females, this one was a male.

Mysterys surrounded hybrid lycanthropes like us, which you will get to understand later. For now am still the Alpha, mother says I can only be the Alpha king once I get a mate. “Alpha, thank you for saving us. I know we are a burden to your kingdom but you always rescue us” Alisha the white witch spoke, she is the mouth piece of the human and as a witch she is the only one capable of holding my gaze without fretting like the others. “ I don’t need your thanks, I just felt the need to spill some blood” I replied in my base deep voice that sent chills to people.

Alipato murmured as the vision shifted into what she was seeing. On a wooden chair sat a naked man. A rope bound him in the chair, but his heart was missing. Trails of dried blood came from the six-pointed star carved from his forehead. Henry let out a string of profanities, running his fingers through his hair. “How the fuck are they doing this without us knowing?” “Six moons ago, Tala went missing, your highness.” “Cazzo. Why did no one inform me?” Tala is a young earth fae. She was full of life, enthusiastic about learning everything about the human world. Unlike Alipato, Tala had been sneaking out of the portal on her own accord.

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.

“But don’t call me a monster because I survived with something I never asked for.” Silence stretched. For a heartbeat, she thought maybe—just maybe—her words had cracked the ice. Then a voice cut through. “Pretty speech.” It was Talia, a huntress from the northern line, her face half-hidden in shadow. Her voice dripped venom. “But fire doesn’t lie. Power doesn’t lie. You burned those creatures to ash with a single scream. That isn’t a wolf. That isn’t human. That’s something else—and you’re hiding it.”

She dragged out the last word. Ares didn’t answer. He just pulled me to his side. The head priest raised his hands. “Blood Moon is upon us,” he called. “Tonight, the moon judges. Tonight, wolves rise or fall.” He looked at me. “Some of us carry wolves that have been... suppressed.” Murmurs. He meant me. “Step forward, Alba Monroe,” the priest said. My feet moved before my brain could stop them. Ares let go of my hand.

“What are your thoughts on that?” “What werewolves?” Aislen raised an eyebrow at Phillip. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but the Triquetra are hybrid, Talen’s a vampire, and I’m… well, an Emissary whatever that is. A child of a god,” she corrected herself as Stella made a slight movement. “I get it, a descendent from a god. A telepath, and a half-trained witch,” she added, with a wry smile. “None of us are werewolves, and if we’re leading the battle against the Van Helsings, and if I’m this so-called Emissary that everyone’s counting on, then the answer is, no, the werewolves won’t defeat the Van Helsings, because my mates and I will.”

"I want her distracted. I want her breaking." He carved a sigil into the air, and from it emerged a creature not born of this world—a shadow beast, taller than any werewolf, covered in black scales, with eyes like coals. "Send them all." Mia's POV The alarms sounded just past midnight. I was halfway to the nursery when the howling began. Not wolves. Something worse. I burst into the warded room. Kato stood with his hands raised, shielding Nyx in a dome of golden light. Sybil was already casting symbols into the air, sweat pouring down her temples.