Alora Heartsong Novels & Stories

The intense perfume emanating from Hiya's body wafted over her, a pleasant scent that could encapsulate centuries within its allure. Contrary to this, Utkarsh had always been associated with the scent of alcohol. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fixated on his exposed chest where two buttons of his shirt were undone. Shifting her focus away, she looked at his face, which was silently pulling her into his embrace and walking. When suddenly, their eyes met – her black diamond eyes collided with his hazel brown ones. Panicking, Hiya quickly averted her gaze to the other side, and in response, he smirked, a subtle smile she failed to notice.

You idiot! A frantic Xzavier, who had just shoved his wallet and car keys into a pocket in his pajama pants, stepped back in horror as he stared into his girlfriend's bright green unnaturally glowing eyes. All he saw in them was a deep hunger. Right before his eyes, Xzavier’s girlfriends shorts and underwear were torn into pieces as her legs morphed together into a long, slimy, dark blue fish tail. The baby started to cry even harder once Xzavier’s girlfriend started crawling towards him and the infant's crib. Xzavier drank in his girlfriend's new monstrous features; a maw full of sharp, dagger-like, teeth, gills on top of her collar bones showing through her wet tank-top, her tail, and long

“There’s no more fear inside….. I threw my heart in the Fire I’ve never fallen from higher But I’m still here ……” (Please Note: These lyrics belong to the song I’m Still Here – (by Jem and the Holograms Soundtrack) I finish my song, suddenly the sound of people applauding reach my ears, breaking me from my state of euphoria… After talking to a few people afterwards, I begin to pack up my things. I’m crouching down, busy putting my guitar in its case, when I suddenly still, a familiar scent hitting me…

Orion didn't look like a stalker, even though he had a contagious grin. Orion averted his attention to his left as he saw her sniffing and clenching her hands against the fabric of the dress she recently changed in. His eyes squinted over her features as he blinked with a sigh. "Alright," he said pulling out his wallet and handing over a card to Lisa. Lisa suspiciously looked at him as she eyed the card. "Orion Rogers," Lisa mumbled the name written on the card and with a sigh of relief she handed it back to him.

“You don’t have to say anything. Your face tells me everything I need to know.” “Steph…” My voice was barely a whisper. “How do you know?” She leaned in closer. “I overheard Sonia—the Alpha King’s fiancée—talking to someone. They suspect you’re his mate.” I gasped. “What?” “She’s planning something, Alima ,” Steph continued, “You need to leave. Tonight.” I shook my head quickly, fear spreading through my chest. “Leave? I can’t just leave, Steph. What if the Alpha finds out? What if he catches me?”

Storm, Storm in my heart, can you stop scaring me hard, loom not above my head, let me be tucked cozy in my bed, All Hearts !!

Tears bite my eyes, and I make a painful sound in response, yet it falls almost like a breath, and fades away as I succumb to this power. “I want my mommy.” It’s a soft utterance as I try my hardest to out win the effects, but my eyes drift closed, and Sierra’s voice is all that gets through, her tone low, and husky, and torn, as she cries through her words. “I’m so sorry. I really am. I want her to come back too. You are all I have left of her…. I only wish I could stand in her place and shelter you now, but he won’t let me be with you. Our time will come, I will see you again. Sweet, sweet, Alora.” She sobs a little under her breath, and then seems to swallow it down and push herself back

He smiled at me, his voice deep and dominant, “You must be Princess Elora, the new intake.” “Y-Yes,” I nodded like a woodpecker. “Yes, sir.” He held up his smile, “Oh, please. The name's Alaric Greyhound.”

And just as Dorian’s eyes shifted briefly to me—just a flicker of attention on my face—Alora lowered her voice to a whisper only I could hear. Her lips barely moved, but I caught every word. “He’ll always care about me,” she murmured, her gaze still watery and innocent for the others, but her tone—God, her tone—was laced with venom. “He always has. He always will.”