Alpha Class Arc Troopers Novels & Stories

“I am sure you know each and every one of us, but let me brief you. I, am Elder Alpha Theron.” You can feel the tension that comes from him declaring his name, evident of how widespread his name has gone. He, certainly is not someone you would want to mess with. He then extended his hand to his right, “Here, we have your other instructors, meticulously and personally chosen by the Crowned Prince himself, Combat Alpha Kael, Tactical Alpha Lysandra, Suvival Alpha Ezra, Esponiage Alpha Selene, Healing Alpha Kira, and Weapons Alpha, Anthony.”

Then Pop turns to James, the beta who joined them after the war, and he adds his blood too. “Arya Vegter, Devin Laoch, and James Thornbush—thank you. For your leadership. For your sacrifice. For loving us when we didn’t always love ourselves. Your service has ended.” The crowd erupts again, the room full of thunderous cheers as our parents and James step back to their seats on the stage. Declan turns toward Alexander. My twin’s eyes are bright, emotions rippling just beneath the surface. This is the moment. “Alexander Vegter,” Declan says, smiling wide. “Firstborn son of our Luna. You were destined to lead, born with the fire of command in your blood. Do you accept the role of Alpha—our guid

He chuckles down the link. I shut it off and connect with Zaire. “Remove the Beta. He is not the male he stated to be. He will not be good for young Alpha Lucas.” “Yes, Alpha.” I slowly step out of the shadows and come face to face with the new young Alpha. He has fear skim his eyes, but he stands up tall in front of me. I nod my head a little and then move on through the shed. “Raphael, take note of all the rogues and pack wolves. This will need a similar clean out that WarriorMind did.”

he said. “Stay low,” I tell him. “Hands over your head.” War. Real war. Not Vincent’s coward games. Our warriors return fire. Cleric moves like he was never caged. Fast, brutal, efficient. He takes two archers off the wall before they can shoot a second arrow. Then the main doors slam open. And he walks out. Alpha Raze. He’s not big like Kael. He’s lean. Scarred. White hair to his shoulders, black teeth filed to points. Eyes yellow. Wolf eyes, even in human form.

And Alora, is perfection. “Good afternoon Alpha, Dr. Morris.” She said slightly bowing to us both. Alora is a nurse but she is also a warrior. She likes to be on the battlefield but also helping other wolves in battle as well. She is very pretty too. But I have kept my distance from her. “Hello Alora. Can you tell the Alpha what Ms. Brown told you earlier today?” Dr. Morris said to her calmly. She nodded her head and looked at me directly and when she did my breath caught in my throat.

An alpha. "W-who are you?" I grabbed the metal that slipped my hand earlier. I don't know, but there's this menacing aura around him that is stopping me from looking elsewhere. This isn't good. I would be dead if he attacked me, I lost a lot of strength earlier. The gamma's still lying on the floor. Is he dead? "I asked you, who are you?" But again, he didn't answer me. He just stood there, staring intensely at me. I slowly pulled myself up, our eyes never left each other.

“The rogue king is nothing now without Lily. If we gather our forces together, we can take him down.” Each pack had over one thousand warriors if we worked this out. There was a chance of taking the rogue king down. I waited for their answer. "They will leave you to do it alone again." Maya growled. She tried to push her way through the mental wall I created earlier. She was angry at them and wanted to rip their heads off their bodies, so I pushed her again behind the wall. These men were getting on my nerves. “We are sorry, Haley, but no, we won’t be a part of your war.” Winston stood up as he spoke and ten of the alphas followed him, leaving the room one by one.

Giving it a small squeeze of reassurance. “Very well.” The Alpha said, “I’m Alpha Terran, Welcome to the Gold Moon Pack.”

Alpha says to me. “I, Alpha Tony Spartan, of the Spartan pack, formerly the Waterman pack, submit to you, Alpha Theodore Sol, and ask that you accept me as your future Beta.” I ask, kneeling before my Alpha, holding up the heart of our enemy.

They’re hunters, predators that can catch almost any prey if given the chance. “What business would that be, little one?” I feel his breath on the back of my neck as the men in front of me start to step a little closer to me. “Are you here to kill the big bad Alpha of sector twenty-five? Or maybe you’re here to rescue your friend.” I’m not sure what does it, the mention of the Alpha, whom only a select few people know about or the mention of Octavia but I turn on the spot to face the man behind me. He’s so close that I have to step back slightly to see all of him. He’s completely naked; his chest is scarred with little crosses like someone has tried to play tic-tac-toe on his skin. His muscl