Alpha Investments Magic The Gathering Novels & Stories

I bit my lip, glancing toward the forest path. The stone picked up a rustle of wind, and Carllo's parting laugh echoed slightly through the connection. He raised his voice just enough to carry through the magic. "One shout from the Alpha and the boy runs back. Fine, I am returning to the den. But listen closely, Alpha Wolfe—if you draw blood from our Monroe boy again, I will carry a war-banner straight through your tower gates!" Carllo dropped the connection with a sharp click, his exit as turbulent as his storms.

I looked at the corpses littering the floor—Dad, Mom, my sisters, my cousins. Everyone was dead. I was the only one left. 90 points. A rusty dagger. And a [Hourglass of Time Reversal] that I wasn't even sure would work. The chat fell silent. Those high-and-mighty "gods" were no longer laughing; they were shocked. *"This Alpha's obsession is too deep. Who exactly is he looking for?"* *"It's over. This instance is collapsing. No one can clear this."* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice.

I flipped from the previous page to the next. Alphas of the midnight mirage pack can perform this spell naturally since they have Alpha’s blood. It can also be learned by those without the Alpha’s blood in their veins, but it isn’t going to be as strong as that of the Alphas. Seeing this made a big smile tug at my lips. “Take.” I stretched the book to Andrian, which he collected immediately. “Your warriors are learning this spell,” I said with a big smile. “We need to be stronger than ever!” I declared.

The only member of that pack who lived to tell the tale died a week later. “Vince took over as alpha three months ago after our father passed.” She explains. It adds up now; Lola is Vince’s younger sister. “I’m not mated yet,” Lola adds. “So I pleaded with Vince to come and fill in before the Supremes start poking.” The Supremes are a council of century-old werewolves that govern the activities of every country. I nod my comprehension, then my gaze moves over Lola’s shoulder, and my brows furrow, wondering why Vince hasn’t arrived yet.

“No pressure, then.” Corvin arched a brow. “You’re already under it. You just keep pretending you’re not.” Silence stretched between us, heavy with things I didn’t want named. “What happens,” I asked finally, “if the Alpha rejects the bond?” Corvin didn’t answer right away. He stared into his mug, jaw tightening. “Then the fire looks elsewhere,” he said. “And gods help anyone standing in its path.” My wolf snarled uneasily. I stood, heart pounding. “You’re saying she’s dangerous.”

Magnus shoots a scary wolf glare at the front window. Garrick stops laughing fast. He hits a button, and a thick wooden panel slides up to close us off from the front. Magnus turns his big head back to me. His eyes look small and dangerous. "There is always a price to pay when you invite an Alpha into your den. Are you sure about this, little wolf?" I giggle and pull out my leather pouch. I dump all my silver tokens onto his lap. "You want tokens? I have tokens!" I tell him, tapping the silver. "You can count them. If it is not enough, I can go to the Silverclaw Alpha Holdings and get more tomorrow!"

“I’m sure her opponents would be careful in declaring themselves as such.” “To our faces, yes,” I agreed. “But these lists have been growing and changing for months now depending on passing comments, what Alphas say to one another that they think will never get back to us, how people vote – that sort of thing. We’ve also been taking note of correlations we’ve observed; for example, Alphas who supported the Shelter Project are typically supporters of magic.” Riley raised his eyebrows, seemingly impressed. His gaze became unfocused then, as if he were trying to work through something in his mind. I paused, not saying anything else in anticipation of a question on his part.

He was pretty sure almost every Alpha who had accompanied Elder Raven had one thought in mind — banish the ruling king and crown another. "Yes, what you heard is true," Xavier answered bluntly, matching their astonished looks with his impassive one. He wouldn't hide Erica's identity now. His mind involuntarily veered back to his mate. Was she alright? "This is unacceptable," Alpha Moran stood up, his face contorted in anger. "What is?" Xavier asked. "You-you sit here and tell us something that is...as if we are talking of weather! I don't want to serve a king whose mate is a mage," Alpha Jason said, his tone dripping with disgust.

TEL’ANNAS W e’d been here for an hour and already I was ready to get out of here, unfortunately Alexander had other plans. The asshole had spent the last thirty minutes talking to some of his other backers and from the little I could make out, something had them scared. More than a few wanted to pull out, stating they wanted nothing to do with whatever revenge plan he had cooked up.

Rebecca said The assistant chuckled, "True, each pack Alpha has his own preferences," "Alright," Rebecca said, renewed determination in her eyes. "Let's give it another shot after this break. Maybe we'll find the perfect token of appreciation for the Alphas." As they resumed brainstorming, Anna suggested, "How about personalized gold daggers for each Alpha, engraved with their names? It's unique, symbolic, and can serve as a powerful token of appreciation." Rebecca's eyes widened with excitement. "A gold dagger for each Alpha, personalized with their names – that's a brilliant idea, Anna! It combines strength and individuality. Let's start designing them and see if we can find a skilled craf