Alpha God Novels & Stories

She pauses, taking a deep breath. “Absalom consorted with Nyx, the Goddess of the night, seeking to create an eternal night for his children. He nearly managed it too. Thus, the thousand-year war began. Gods against Gods. You would think that with Zeus, Selene and Helios as one, they would win easily. But that wasn’t the case. Absalom enlisted the help of Hades, who happily went against his brother Zeus. Hades unleashed monstrous beasts upon us. He also had Enyo, the Goddess of destruction, at his side. And, of course, Nyx, if the world was eternal night, she would be all powerful. Why wouldn’t she help him?” Again, she pauses.

Asmodeus said. Dark was grateful that he didn't get any of his father's looks. He knew who his father was. One look at his dear dead mother's eyes had revealed everything to him. Asmodeus was the 'god of lust' but he didn't come here to ask him for help, instead he came for a totally different thing. Calling him 'Son' has always angered him but he will pretend he didn't hear that. "Asmodeus, I met a female werewolf and her blood drives me crazy, what could be the cause?"

The words slip from my mouth before I can even process them, my voice echoing through the trees. The few wolves who had circled me blanched at my words, before falling to their knees, but the man before me remains unmoving. He’s an Alpha… but there’s something different about him. He tilts his head and, to my surprise he scoffs, and his next words throw me off entirely. “And who the fuck said I bow down to anyone? Goddess or not, I don’t really care… I’m Godric Astorath, and I fucking bow to no one”

And she is angry. ASTRID There is no ground beneath me. Only falling. Only stretching. Only burning. Light explodes behind my eyelids. Silver. White. Black. A voice crawls along my spine, deep and seductive. “Come home.” I know that voice. I have heard it in my bones. In the scream of the forest at midnight. In the quiet after a kill. In the hunger that is not mine. The Alpha God. He is the first presence to reach me. His hands (not hands, never hands) drag across the surface of my soul like claws through silk.

“Oh, come on. It’s not their fault. After all, they never stood a chance.” “Really?” Alpha Jameson says with a sinister smile. He looks down at the fallen warriors once more. “Drink the God’s potion!” He commands. My eyes widen in shock. The God’s potion? For werewolves and Lycans alike, the Moon Goddess is held sacred above all else. She’s our creator, our mother. There is no one else. But a God?

Felicia's question about the rogue's fate elicits a momentary grin from Alpha Kaden, a glint of pride in his eyes as he responds with a hint of satisfaction, "Who says he is still alive?" Understanding the implicit message in his words, Felicia nods in silent acknowledgment as Alpha Kaden reveals the grim truth behind the rogue's demise. "I killed him and left his body for his pack to see. This might be a warning for them," his words carry a weight of authority and a hint of menace, a testament to the unforgiving nature of their world.

“You’re too late, Aria. The ascension has already begun.” I struggled to my feet, my vision swimming. Behind him, the artifact’s core had reignited, its light now a blinding mix of silver and black. The figure of the Moon Goddess was fading, her form dissolving into the swirling energy. Veyron raised his arms, his voice echoing through the chamber. “Witness the birth of a new era! I will be the Alpha of Alphas, the god of this realm!” The artifact’s light exploded outward, consuming the chamber in a blinding radiance. I threw up a shield, but the force of the blast knocked me to my knees.

ANASTASIA When you talk of pure evil, that's Alpha Diego. From what I've heard, he's an Alpha in the open, but a dangerous man in secret. In short, he's a Mafia Lord from the underworld, who lurks in the dark. I can still remember all of Father's words and warning about the Alpha. He defined him as the devil's right hand man in disguise. He portrayed him as a monster out for blood and hard to get.

I raised my brows in confusion and stared at his face, clueless. “I knew it! Heaven and hell, it's all on earth and i don’t believe it. Call me atheist but that would be too much because i trust my goddess, but that doesn't mean i will get emotional and let anyone do whatever they want under my rule. If the goddess didn’t want the blood war, she shouldn’t have made me born into a family of alpha’s. I am a born alpha! It’s in my blood to take blood.” he clarified his point of view.

I asked as I stood up from the ground and gradually walked towards him. " My Government, doctor Ronald. I know what you must be thinking, is the US authority aware of this experiment going on? Well, the answer is no. This is all my doing, the US government was too idiotic to take up the offer, so I did. I couldn't resist the idea of creating a genetically modified hybrid from the two most rare and unique creatures, Vampires and werewolves. Isn't that mind-blowing?" He furrowed his eyebrows, and gazed at me, before lighting a stick of cigarette, took a whiff then leaned and puffed it on my face.