Alpha Griffon Knight Novels & Stories

Desperate for one, even! "Buddy, you saw what he did to Rafe; with a simple click of his demonic fingers, he can send you fuck knows where!" I tried to reason with Archer's need to survive. "And as confident as I am- I don't think I can take him without you!" "We are not just a wolf- we have Alpha blood! We are stronger than Rafe! He might not be able to silence us!" Archer argued frustratedly.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

And to assist you, you have a special knight allotted to you. I froze. "A knight?" The first thing that came to my mind was a stoic, armored protector who stood still in the hallway and looked on. "Yes," Rowan said. It is the knight who must guard you at all times. He will be able to taste your food before you eat, drink before you drink, go with you wherever you go, and be ready to protect you against all perils. His life can be under threat, but that is what he is supposed to do. You must accept it. There is no alternative."

"Brucer, Aria's soul is right next to you." David fell asleep, and I waited for him to fall asleep before withdrawing his hand. I have heard through the spirit of the holy land of Aria, which itself is the place that stores the power and source of genes that produce the strongest Alphas. The fact that Aria has long stood at the top is also thanks. The invasion of annexation among the wolf packs to become motherland forces the lands of the children to pay tribute to resources each year. This has always been the wish of all wolf leaders.

I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible so that I could go back to Ava. "What is the emergency?" I asked as soon as we were out of earshot. "We just got back word from the spy we have on the inside of the South pack. They are planning an attack. We don't know for sure when they'll attack, but they are coming. They want revenge for the murder of their previous alpha" Mason informed me. "Murder? I wouldn't call that murder since he was the one who attacked me. I like to think of it as self-defense"

Way to make things worse, Grif, I thought. "MATE!!!? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN, MATE? WHO IS THIS?!" Chance demanded. I grabbed Griffin's hand to calm him. "This is Griffin, future Alpha of the Savages Pack so you better calm your ass down and show some respect." he snarled. I heard Chance gasp at the news and there was silence for a moment. Then I heard growls and crashing that seemed to last forever but actually probably only lasted a few minutes. Finally, there was silence again and I heard Chance take a deep breath.

Griffin circled me before he launched at me from the side once more, in a swift motion I had leaped above, shifting to my human to gain more height and allowing my wolf take over once more as I landed upon him with crash. He was out, his ankle twisted in the worst possible way. ‘It’s over Griffin, you’re a thing of the past now. Hand over Tristan and never set foot or paw in the south again!’ The wolf could barely stand, his stance on his left leg wobbling. But I knew what must have been done, Griffin was a wolf whose envy would cloud his judgement. I turned my back to him, awaiting his cheap shot. ‘As you wish… Alpha!’ When his paw contacted my back I felt the jab like daggers breaking into

“She has Earthy. Dragon is much better than griffin, anyway.” “I don’t concur. Let’s kill the rider and present her to the lord first.” That… Samuel had no business going against it. It was a brilliant idea. Taking the griffin after the death of the rider wouldn’t be considered stealing. The griffin would be their war possession. “Alright.” “Okay.” Suddenly, Samuel and Conan had an unspoken agreement between them. “I’ll kill the rider in the air.” “I’ll take the griffin once she falls on the ground.”

The twins giggled. Griff’s lips tightened, and a muscle in his jaw flexed. A real alpha would know how to deal with a belligerent wolf, but Griff hadn’t earned his position through the dominance that came with knocking heads to establish a hierarchy. He was more of a weasel than Microdick Don. At least our new boss was transparent with his duplicity. “Franklin, let’s go back.” The twin on his right slipped her hand beneath his jacket and groped his chest.

“Only in legends.” "Apollo was the last of his kind, a black griffon. Griffons hold the body of a lion, strong heavy muscles, and the head of an eagle with talons on his front legs. Feathers from his wings to the top of his head. He was large, just as big as any alpha dragon, and had lived a long time before finding me. Apollo waited, hoping the gods would bless him with a mate to preserve his kind. Still, he lost hope until he left his home and traveled here from the other side of the Northern Mountains. My mate wasn't sure how to approach me, how our bond would work. It was unheard of to be mated to another species at the time, so he proceeded with caution."