Alpha Nocturne Novels & Stories

Henry*** Dean’s voice sliced through the night, dripping with scorn. "The omega wants to play Alpha," he drawled, his smirk sharp enough to cut. The crowd of wolves parted around us, forming a wide circle. Their movements were almost synchronized, as if compelled by an unspoken force. Shadows flickered under the dim moonlight, their eyes glowing with a mixture of curiosity and dread. Whispers rippled through the ranks, barely audible over the low growls of those in wolf form. The tension was palpable, an electric charge in the air that seemed to grow with every breath.

The incantation to muffle the sights and sounds around us does little good to stop the banshee’s screams. I grab his hands and chant with him. “Clausus sonare. Angustos lux. Hoc aspectu in domum custodire ab omni malo. Clausus sonare. Angustos lux. Hoc aspectu in domum custodire ab omni malo.”

A sharp bolt of pain jolted through Luna's body, reawakening her from the pool of unconsciousness. Trembling, she opened her eyes, slowly coming back to the struggle of reality around her. Against a blurry canvas of sound and motion, she heard Jax's growl but, more importantly, Alec's screeching call to her name. A heavy and sinister presence loomed nearby, that of the alpha.

My inner wolf snaps awake in my chest, slamming against my ribs with a violent, desperate howl that makes my breath catch in my throat. I jump to my feet, my claws instantly extending as I spin toward the shadows near the terrace. Standing in the moonlight, his massive, broad-shouldered frame blocking out the night sky, is Ronan Nightcrest. He isn't wearing his formal high-enforcer armor tonight. He wears a simple, dark leather tunic cut low at the throat, revealing the golden, muscle-bound expanse of his chest and the dark, jagged scars of a True Alpha warrior. His crimson eyes glow with a terrifying, predatory intensity in the dark room, his gaze locked directly onto me like a beast markin

I closed my eyes, letting the memory of my pain, my lost rank, and Caelan's tears flow straight into the instrument. I struck the first cord—a slow, mournful movement of Cinema Paradiso. A wave of pure, shimmering lunar aura exploded from the harp strings, washing over the crowd and making every wolf in the room shiver as my Omega spirit poured raw, unshielded emotion into the air. High Lord Lucien Nightbane slammed his fists onto the obsidian desk inside the Crimson Dominion Tower, his golden eyes blazing with lethal Alpha light. "Where is she?" Lucien growled, his voice rattling the glass windows.

"Enjoy the rest. The Ascension rituals begin at dawn." Jake lay in the darkness, the freezing stone floor pressing against his cheek. Slowly, agonizingly, the numbness in his fingers began to recede. A sharp, burning ache throbbed behind his temples as his True Alpha biology began aggressively purging the alchemical toxin from his bloodstream.

“Did she give you much trouble? She can be quite feisty.” Miller shifted on the spot; he was eager for my response. “Something wrong, Miller?” Alpha Varg noticed the anticipation on his favourite warrior's face. “No, Alpha.” I chose to shed more light on the reason…. Cause why not. “He is worried about his sister, even though I constantly reassured him that I put her in her place.” “You two are going to make my morning difficult.” Alpha Varg shook his head; he glanced at the arena where the warriors remained. “The full moon is approaching.”

Alona didn’t resist—she welcomed it, a soft cry leaving her lips as the mark bound their souls together. Suddenly, they heard a loud bang. Alona’s eyes flew open the moment she heard the faint but sharp sound echo through the quiet room. She quickly sat up on the bed, her body wrapped with the soft white blanket as she looked around in panic. “Jake?” she whispered, her voice shaking. Alpha Jake was already wide awake. He had jumped off the bed the moment the sound came. Wearing only his boxer shorts, he strode toward the large floor-to-ceiling window that gave a full view of the moonlit forest outside. His eyes narrowed the moment he saw it.

Kenna** Nocturne is a club meant only for the elite high-ranked Lycans, the kind who only wear their power like cologne and their secrets like silk gloves. And there was always a single reason whenever I decided to come here. I step inside wearing a black leather gown that clings to my body like a second skin, heels sharp enough to draw blood…if I needed them to. My eyes scan the dim room of bodies pressed too close on the dance floor, all the way to the long obsidian bar that stretches like an altar at the far end.

I feel the instant shift of energy ripple through the pack gathered as hundreds of wolves immediately begin reacting to my scent–the Alphas scent. Heads immediately begin to lower around me, their shoulders dipping from the instinct to submit. I do not smile–don’t even give a reaction. I just breathe in slowly, my shoulders squared as I keep my eyes on the basin. I don't look away until the last drop falls from my fist. “‘Aeron Nightborne,’” the Elder declares loudly, his voice carrying across the entire yard. “By the will of the pack and the witness of the Moon goddess, you are Alpha of Nightborne.”