Alpha Blade Novels & Stories

“What?” “Yes. My pack’s name was Mystic Warriors. And when I say my pack, I mean my pack,” I said. “I lied when I said I was a warrior for the Alpha. The truth is, I am an Alpha. I am the daughter of Alpha Kaster of Mystic Warriors. And the alpha who died in my arms…he was my brother, Alpha Ivan. Yes my pack was attacked and destroyed, that wasn’t a lie. And yes it was attacked by an Alpha named Killian but there’s more.”

he said, instantly releasing out his alpha aura. Ohh no this is bad, his aura is really getting to me, seriously why did I forget to take my dose this morning! Please, someone, anyone, please stop this dude! I begged in my head, as I tried to hold on to my character of a fearless alpha with my last strength, my eyes already feeling blurry with each second passing, of this eye glaring contest of ours. “Okay that's enough from you two,” Mr Jacob's voice echoed, as he came right in-between us, his hands on Valen spare.

“No pressure, then.” Corvin arched a brow. “You’re already under it. You just keep pretending you’re not.” Silence stretched between us, heavy with things I didn’t want named. “What happens,” I asked finally, “if the Alpha rejects the bond?” Corvin didn’t answer right away. He stared into his mug, jaw tightening. “Then the fire looks elsewhere,” he said. “And gods help anyone standing in its path.” My wolf snarled uneasily. I stood, heart pounding. “You’re saying she’s dangerous.”

yes alpha" " this meeting is over, you are all dismissed" they all walked out of the meeting room except his beta, he walked up to him and said " I have never seen you this afraid, not even when we went to war with the shadows" Alpha Justin sighed and rested his back on the chair " indeed i am really afraid, she is my late brother last family, i don't know how she survived when her parents were killed by the shadows, all i know is that i can not let any thing happen to her"

As all Alphas have some are stronger than others. His freshly styled pompadour chocolate hair stood resolute against the calming autumn breeze, not one strand out of place. Rugged facial hair that made him look dangerous. His chiselled muscles just aching to burst from his well fitted white shirt and black slacks. With a noticeable thick black etching of tattoo's down both arms. A part of me wanted to see what else he has hiding beneath his clothes. Then my eyes met his they were sapphire blue, the pure rage he was sending my way was strong and unbearable, as if something inside me ached for his affection.

I recognized Abel among them, his face pale with shock. "Catch him!" Abel shouted. "He stabbed the Alpha!" I looked up, confused. Stabbed? Who? That was when I saw the Beta. He was standing near a cupboard I hadn't noticed before, its door hanging open. In his hand was a silver blade, the metal sparkling wickedly in the light. "No," I whispered. "No, no, no. Victor!"

Without looking at Julian Nathaniel asks, “What did Skylar’s hack find?” “You were right. Both Alpha Blade and Alpha Micky deal in a lot of illegal things, even though Alpha Blade seems to be deeper into it. Their main focus is on buying and selling WereCreatures, dealing mainly in personal and sex slaves as well as breeders. Another thing they deal in is weapons, guns and swords, more or less anything that can either severely injure or kill a Supernatural and their target buyers are of course Human Hunters.”

He didn't have his weapons drawn; instead, he was holding a heavy, military-grade air-filtration mask. "Alpha ordered me to find you," Pablo whispered, his voice frantic as he forced the mask into her hands. "The wolfsbane is too thick out there. The human mercs are wearing rebreathers, but it’s killing the Alpha’s wolf. He’s buying you time, Nora. He knew you’d go for the crane."

"That blade is different," Malcolm insisted, his gaze fixed on the horizon as if he could see the enemy camp from here. "Whatever happens, that sword is the critical factor. It’s the key to defeating them if they decide to launch an all-out assault." "H-how could a single blade do that?" Elder Kendrick stammered, his wrinkled hands trembling slightly. "It’s just silver and steel, isn't it?" "Of course not, Elder Kendrick. This is the Silver Vow," a voice cut in before Jane could even open her mouth to defend the Alpha.

The attack from Elora was not a movement of muscle and bone; it was a "Glitch" in reality. One moment, she was a passive statue of scentless obedience; the next, she was a blur of silver-white static, her claws leaving trails of grey "Redacted" data in the air. She lunged for Kaelen’s throat, her clouds-and-sapphire eyes glowing with the cold, clinical authority of the First Alpha’s "System Restoration."