Alpha Nocturne Novels & Stories

We all sat down at the only table that was inside, “I’d like my Luna ceremony to be next weekend, but we also will not be staying here after that.” Nico smiled and kissed my temple, then he continued, “Alpha Bryce, will be the Alpha of this pack,” he held up his hand. “It seems that since I’m the fated mate of the Blood Moon Luna, my destiny is to be at her side and her destiny is to locate all others that are still out there.”

Then duty bound Applause followed. Aurora’s smile widened. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself against his side, her victory gleaming in her eyes. They stood together, Alpha and Luna. While Celeste watched from the shadows, lips curved in triumph. **** Arielle stood barefoot on cold stone, moonlight spilling over a familiar courtyard. Moon Titan banners fluttered above her, torn and stained. The air smelled blood metallic, thick. “Hello, little Luna.” She turned. Arnold stood at the far end of the courtyard, no longer dressed for a wedding, no longer smiling like an Alpha. His eyes glowed blue, feral, empty of warmth. Behind him, shadows gathered, wolves without faces, their bo

My mouth moved with every syllable, stopping at that name—the name I refused to utter aloud, even after four long years. “Newly appointed Alpha Nox Griffin is in search of his mate and requires all unmated she-wolves to attend this grand celebration. Upon identifying his mate, the she-wolf will be excused from all duties, responsibilities, and legally binding contracts, to take her place at Alpha Nox Griffin’s side as Luna of the Midnight Falls Pack.” An idea, a beautifully twisted idea, came to life inside my brain. With it came a thin, rubbery smile that slashed itself across my face, weeping blood the way everyone who wronged me would soon be.

“Night, Rin.” Azrin knew there was a happy smile on his face as his consciousness began to fade. For the first time in a long time, the omega was ecstatic to find out what the morning would bring when he woke. Hopefully, still wrapped in the warmth of his alpha.

He was treating me not like a servant, but like a curious specimen. “You look… settled,” he observed, his tone surprisingly flat. “The food helped, Alpha,” I murmured, my heart thumping. His gaze dropped to my legs, then back up to my face. “Did you know that tonight’s full moon is strong?” “I… I avoid looking at the moon, Alpha,” I confessed, shame tightening my throat. The Omegas knew I was the dust-wolf, the failure and the moon only highlighted the agonizing lack of the wolf within me. I have heard how everyone felt so connected with their wolves, how it was almost like having a constant friend by I didn’t. The only thing I had is a tugging burn inside me whenever I was too late to have

I remove the blazer, my fingers caressing the academy’s badge stitched into the breast pocket. The design is intricate, reminiscent of the seal on the envelope. It’s not just a badge. It’s a crest. A dark shield, trimmed in gold, glimmers against my blazer, with the image inside almost alive. There’s a fierce, regal wolf watching the world with molten eyes as it emerges from a river of crimson. Flames curl behind it like a crown born of fire. Twisting vines wrap around its neck, not to strangle, but to claim. Above it, lightning splits a storm-dark sky, frozen mid-strike. Together, the image tells a story, but I must be the wrong audience because I don’t understand it.

Shadows lunged from between the trees: Lycans, some in their beast form, teeth bared, snarling at the intruder on their lands. Orion's hand went up instinctively to his side to show he meant no harm before he slowly stepped forward, his voice deep and commanding. "I am Orion, Alpha of the North. I've not come to fight. I demand an audience with Alpha Aleksandr." From among the gathered Lycans, a tall woman emerged, the sinewy muscles of her arms flexing beneath her armour, golden eyes sharp as a blade. She regarded him with a look that was both condescending and disregarding.

The silver mirrors shattered like a cascade of falling stars, fragments glittering in the dim light as Samuel’s claws tore through the reflective prison. Each shard was a fragment of the twisted reality the Purist Alphas had tried to force upon him—a prison designed to torment him with his own fears, his own insecurities, his own failures. And yet, they had underestimated the strength of a Lunar Vampire Omega. Pain, rage, and unyielding love coiled inside him, fueling every swing, every strike. The metallic scent of blood mingled with the faint tang of broken glass, suffocating and sweet. Samuel moved with precision, every step deliberate, every motion a promise that his tormentors would pay

Nyx whispered again, but this time her voice sounded tense. Aurora frowned slightly and leaned closer to Alpha Matheus, trying to see if his scent was the one affecting her so strongly. But to her surprise, it wasn’t. The scent belonged to someone else. And it was far more powerful than Matheus’s. Standing before Aurora was Alpha Orion of the Hallow Pack. He wore grey trousers and a blue floral shirt, while a pair of dark shades rested over his eyes. Tattoos covered his hands, though they were partly hidden as he slid them into his pockets.

Silas walked slowly toward me, stopped in front of me, and raised his hand to my face. “They called you cursed because they didn’t know the power inside you,” Silas said, a savage smile forming on his lips. “You’re no ordinary wolf, Luna. You’re the Black Alpha. The only female wolf born in centuries that even silver kneels to.” I stared back at him in shock, and from the hall came Dante’s agonized roar. “Silas,” Dante shouted, bursting through the doorway covered in blood. “The border gate has fallen. The Eastern Pack didn’t just come to destroy us. Silas, they’ve dug up your sister’s grave. They’re burning Aria’s bones at the border.”