Alpha Griffon Knight Novels & Stories

Third Person's POV Anilo stepped forward and expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Gamma Adelaide, and Alpha Lance, for saving Griffin." "He's your nephew, right?" Adelaide asked. "Yes," Anilo replied. Adelaide smiled and said, "Griffin shows great potential and has a strong sense of responsibility. Now that he's mostly recovered, has a suitable position been arranged for him?" "He's now part of Lycan Erasmus's personal werewolf guard and officially part of the Ironthorn Army," Anilo replied.

Why did it sound like a mythical beast's name instead? "Who the heck are you?" he asked again. Griffin removed a crest from his waistband. It was a crest made of pure gold, and the letters "NK" were engraved on it. Cassian recognized the crest instantly. It was the Titania Crest. "You're from the Draconian Order?" "Allow me to formally introduce myself. I'm Griffin, one of the Four Draconian Warlords in the Draconian Order," Griffin stated. His introduction left Cassian reeling from the shock. Ever since he joined the Draconian Order, he had been able to learn the structure of this particular organization from Nino and Leon.

He turns around and looks at me. “What did you do today?” He asks. “Nothing,” I reply and he gives a half smile that does not touch his tired eyes. “So your name’s Derek?” I ask out of the blues and the way his eyes widen in astonishment tells me I caught him off guard. “Yes,” he says, quickly picking himself up from the shock. “How did you know that?” He asks softly. “The scary wolf with black eyes called you Derek. Is he the Alpha?” “Right, Nate. Uh, he’s not the Alpha. He’s my best friend. One of the strongest werewolves in the territory.”

As they passed the Werewolf Committee’s Territory and entered the Crescent Pack’s hemisphere, Alpha Alexander maneuvered the griffin they were riding below the flying zone, which was followed by his men immediately. “What are you doing?” Soleyah grasped Alpha Alexander’s arms on instinct—her eyes getting teary as the wind became harsher. The sudden momentum as the griffin torpedoed downwards made her lean onto the steady crimson alpha before she closed her eyes—readying herself for an impact as she readied herself to shift midway while thinking about how to take her mate. “Woah! Is that a griffin?! From the legend?!” “They are the Alliance! Woooh!” “May the Moon Goddess be with you!”

"Okay, okay. I mean, is it wrong I don't want other wolves to see you dressed so fucking hot?" Laughing, I walked up to him. "Don't worry, you're the only one for me," Leaning up on my tiptoes, I pecked his cheek before whispering against his lips. "Knight," Silver jumped into his eyes and his lips split in surprise, my laughter trailing behind me as I turned around quickly and went back inside the closet. * "We definitely need to work on your upper body strength," My trainer, who was promoted not even a year ago to teach the incoming grunts, was named Arrow Flynn; he was about six foot, sandy colored skin tone that was perfectly paired with chocolate curls which kissed his thick eyebrows.

Ayla wondered who she was. The griffins were bigger than Ayla expected. Not as big as the dragons, but big enough to carry an adult human on their backs. One griffin had white feathers on his wings, head, and chest, while the other had black feathers on his head and chest. The rest of their feathers were brown. On their backs, they had special saddles. “Ayla, Rhobart! Come and meet my daughter, Zell,” Atlas said as soon as he saw them. “Milton, you too!”

said his friend. "Come on, they're just kids." "What if they are cursed kids?" The taller knight shook his head slowly, then looked back at the three strangers ahead. "Who are you? And what is your purpose in coming here?" Wiggy cleared his throat, trying to appear more authoritative. "Greetings, knights, we want to meet the Angel Tiffany. This is a private matter." “Private matter, huh? And what makes you sure our Angel is willing to meet you?" "Angel Tiffany and I were old friends. My name is Wiggy, and these two are .... "

So where one fails, the other would be there to pick them up. I don’t know what the Rogue Alpha did to me, I just couldn’t understand my body and my wolf’s reaction to him. Sage wolves were the only wolves who could wield magic and their kind have been extinct for centuries. No one knows the true story of how they were all wiped off, there were so many different versions of one story. Some say, it was a spell by one of them that went horribly wrong. Some say they were all attacked by rogues and killed. Some say they were exiled after practising dark magic, and without their connection to the packs, their magic dwindled and died off. Whichever way, they were no longer in existence else I woul

Knight lost his patience, and that got a surprised look from Simon -- he had known Knight for long, and Knight was never an impatient person. "But one of the materials is the golden eagle's eggshell," The doctor spoke much faster, "It's--" "On the Desert Cliff, I know." Knight nodded at Simon, "Take care of Raven for me, will you? I'll be back soon." "Alpha! The golden eagle is NOT a light enemy! They are predators of wolves! And you will be hanging on the cliff when you get the egg, which makes it even harder to--" "I will be back." Knight ended the conversation with a dominant tone.

It was Aaron, the Alpha Lycan. "If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your hands off her," Aaron growled, eyeing Griffin's grip on my wrist. “Son of Beta, Griffin. I ORDER YOU TO LET GO OF HER HAND.”