Alpha Centaurians Novels & Stories

The air in Alpha Kaelen’s private study tasted like ozone and expensive bourbon,the scent of a storm held behind a glass wall, to any other wolf in the Zenith Crown, the sheer pressure of Kaelen’s aura would have been enough to make them bare their throats in submission, he was a "Solar Alpha," the pinnacle of a bloodline that claimed to have stolen fire from the sun itself, his power was radiant, burning, and increasingly unstable.

I was to be a whore to an Alpha, and today was my 18th birthday. I first saw Alpha Cain last summer. The other students and I, ready for selection, stood outside Athena Academy in a neat line, eyes cast down. There were 5 Alphas chosen today. First was Alpha Cain, the cruel, ruthless leader of the Knight Moon Pack, and the supreme Alpha of the Northern territories. I dared not raise my head as he moved down the line of girls, but he seemed to be taking time to inspect them all. Even without looking, I could sense how he towered over me. Before long, I saw him step in front of me, and a rough hand grabbed my chin and forced my head upwards.

The blonde, Sarah, starts before the dark haired girl, Mariah, nudges her and she immediately shuts up. "Took over?" Rei latches on to the blonde slip up. "Indeed, perhaps this Calista took on the Alpha's role fully for her father. No wonder she's causing difficulties already, she must think I'm taking her position." I reply to Rei, watching as the group in front of me shift nervously, clearly mindlinking one another. Something I won't be able to do until the new Alpha ceremony during the next full moon.

“I’m sorry if my comment had implied such Crinka, but you must know that I am saying the truth. The voice is fucking persistent” I press the blade closer. “Crinka step the fuck back!”, Ruarc barked. It’s a shame I don’t pay attention to dogs. “I’m not doing shit”. “Crinka!” There it is. The fierce authority I had hoped to see one day in an Icelander. Ruarc bore that fierce power that only alphas bore. In that twinge of a moment, I was dully reminded of my status before engaging with royalty. Nothing but an omega. Yet somehow, this nobody I am, this nobody I have become, refused to obey the alpha’s order and I had my reasons. Alphas didn’t squat for other Alphas. It didn’t matter if they had

Sebestian growled, his eyes glowing gold. The other alpha's eyes grew wide, and he immediately got up and off the bar stool and backed away. "I'm sorry, Alpha." "What's your name?" Sebestian growled. "It's Earth alpha." "Well, Earth, I don't want you to ever see inside my club again. Now get out of my sight." Earth nodded and ran out of the club. Sebestian turned his attention towards Allen and could see how tense his omega was. Sebestian closed his eyes and then opened them as he wrapped his arms around Allen once more.

Sofia relayed to the gathering of the Alphas. There was murmuring and arguments in the Alpha's hall. The Alpha of the Usobo clan, a clan almost as fierce as the Mackenzie clan and on the far side of the South said she should be found and killed, while the Marja's Alpha (one of the battle fierce Alpha with a clan not too far from the Mackenzie clan and are referred to as the Red wolves because most of the wolves there has a red coat when they turn), argued that the Epsilon can be used to eradicate the Vamps ones and for all.

My mum had been very over bearing women since father died to another alpha just a mere 2 months before I had to leave and start college. Mum and dad were head of our pack 'Crystal Lake Pack', the largest werewolf pack in the states. Father even suggested the world as most packs were alot smaller in nature because they lacked the skills necessary to successfully run a pack of any size greater than 50. As most Alphas are hot headed and run their packs into the ground trying to gain land and trying to swell their packs with numbers. In our world that is why we fight. Once you are part of a pack that pack is your life, there is nothing you wouldn't do for them.

Most of the world believes it. The Crescent Guild does not. But belief doesn’t stop the vultures. Their top spot is crumbling, eroded by every day their symbol remains absent. “She’s coming back,” Zane says, the words a vow. “We have to believe that. But until she does, we hold the line. And to hold it, we need new pillars.” He looks at the two glowing numbers. “These two. They are priority alpha. We don’t just recruit them. We protect them. We make them understand that this guild, even wounded, is still a family. Not just a power bloc.”

“And disrespect.” I moved into the center of the room, power radiating around my body in plain waves. The members of the council automatically uncovered their necks and submitted. “I sense it,” I said, shrugging my broad shoulders as I settled some unseen weight. “Blood moon is approaching. Already it calls to me, to my bones, to my blood, to my wolf.” My eyes briefly turned red a sign of the rare bloodline that makes me revered and also sheer terror among werewolves. A True Alpha appears once or so per century, possessing abilities and powers way beyond regular Alphas.

“You remember?” “Glimpses. Barely. I just remember a warning. They are going to do something. Caspian. They have something that they're planning. The man, Giovanni, he's an alpha. I don't know what kind of alpha he is. But he said something about this. He said something about Adrian, about Daniel.”