Alora Heartsong Novels & Stories

‘Song from your heart, idiot. “My heart…my melody…” he muttered as he stared at Mira’s sleeping face before he start feeling the beat of his heart. He listens to what it was trying to convey and with one kiss placed on Mira’s lips, Angel knew what song he wanted for Mira to hear. Closing his eyes, Angel started feeling every beat of his own heart. He listened to every breath he was taking. With every stroke that he gives to his dearest mate, a song called My Escape by Ravenscode reflects what Angel feels. He sang his favorite song that he was willing to share with Mira over and over again.

“I knew what Starend would take from you.” “You gave me a choice,” Liora whispered. “That’s all I ever wanted.” They sat in silence. Until Altheya broke it. “There’s one last thing you haven’t seen. One last gift from Aria. Hidden inside me.” Liora turned. “What gift?” Altheya reached into her robes and drew a small crystal vial, sealed with three runes and glowing gold-blue. “She poured her final song into this,” Altheya said. “Not a weapon. Not a memory.”

“Alora's calling.” What could she want now?

Daphne was fast asleep in the living room, the soft glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across the walls. Suddenly, a loud bang at the door jolted her awake, her heart pounding in her chest. “Let me in, you bitch!” a voice snarled from the other side. It was Leo, Daphne’s husband, and his tone was filled with fury.

His broad shoulders filled the doorway like a wall, but it was the sharp glint in his eyes—cold, distant—that twisted her stomach into knots. Trailing behind him was Seraphina, wrapped in silk and arrogance, her platinum hair gleaming in the flicker of candlelight. The sight stole Seara’s breath—not out of shock, but from the sinking certainty she had fought so hard to ignore. Something was wrong. Something was about to break. Alaric’s voice dragged across the silence like steel scraping over stone. “Luna Seara.” The title sounded like an insult on his tongue. She straightened, chin held high. “What is it, Alpha Alaric?”

She’s working on it but it’s almost killing her. Thank god the wolves don’t take long and then he’s off of her and kissing all over her, and they are all happy. I can literally feel Alora sobbing hysterically inside while Mani is out with her mate. I can see Mani is upset about Alora but she is an instinctual creature who needs her mate.

Alon​e​. As I dro⁠ve, the memories k‍ept replaying i‍n my head—the club, the hote‍l,⁠ the way I had‌ let‌ my⁠sel​f become‌ someone els‌e. I b‍arely reco​gnized the wo​man I’d be‍e⁠n la​st night. And all I cou​ld t​hi‍nk was one thi​ng‌:

When I was sure no hair on her head was harmed, I pulled her into my chest for a hug, grateful for the chance to hold her again. “You scared me so bad. Don't do that again. I was going to lose my mind," I said into her hair. “How did you even find me?" she asked. “Baby, I would find you anywhere." Before she could respond, the song changed to Rihanna's please don't stop the music and Aurora pulled back from the hug, her interest piqued. “Ooh I love this song," she said standing up and moving her body to the beat, “dance with me."

His voice sounded foreign. Christopher stepped closer, leaning on the rope. “Mercer! Stop, now!” But Kai seemed deaf to him. He pressed forward: left, right, body shot, head movement. The combinations were flawless—too flawless. They belonged to the battlefields and underground rings that had forged him. Aria backed away, blocking where she could, but Kai’s weight was crashing in full force. Another strike hit her ribs. The pain shot sharp, knocking the breath from her lungs. “Kai!” she cried desperately. “Enough!”

Every movement, every gaze felt like a test she hadn’t studied for. One of the neighboring Alphas, a man with golden hair and a foxlike smile, inclined his head. “Blackfang never fails to surprise. Your daughter carries the moonlight itself.” Rowan’s reply was smooth. “And the moonlight heals more than it blinds.” Soft laughter followed. Samantha exhaled quietly, grateful for Cade’s calm beside her. But before the music could resume, the herald struck his staff against the marble floor. Once. Twice. Then a third time.