Alpha's Eternal Obsession Novels & Stories

He also tells me about traditions that have endured through time. All of the tales sound solemn at first. But then, he shifts unexpectedly. “There was once an Alpha,” he adds after a moment, “who believed he could out-howl the very moon itself.” I blink, then glance at him. “Out-howl… the moon? How–" “Aye,” he says with a straight face. “He was quite convinced that if he did it long enough, the goddess would answer him.” I pause, staring at him for a moment before the image settles in my mind.

But the image burned into her memory: the symbols, the blood, the fire, the woman’s power. Why was the Alpha not with his pack celebrating under the rare blood moon. Mia knew that the rare blood moon had power. So, what was he doing out in the woods, alone with a stranger, a stranger who is not a wolf on a rare special night like tonight? Mia knew that over the years her father wasn’t just obsessed power and expanding his pack’s territory but more and more with the idea of immortality. He was chasing something darker. Something that could destroy them all.

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.

Fifty years since Samuel became something less than human and more than ghost. And Adrian? Adrian had become something worse. An Eternal Alpha. His reflection stared back at him from the polished steel of the observation glass. It was not a mirror, but it might as well have been. The man looking back was unchanged, broad shoulders, sharp jaw, golden eyes that refused to dim. Not a wrinkle. Not a tremor. Perfect, Ageless, Wrong. “I don’t remember choosing this face,” Adrian muttered. The reflection did not answer. It never did. But something else did. “You chose it every day you refused to die. The voice was everywhere and nowhere at once—threaded through the speakers, humming in the circuitr

I spat. I ignored the sharp inhale of breath and glare from Ava. I loved how she felt it necessary to reprimand me for the conversation I was having with my partner. I thought it was ridiculous for her to be shocked with Alpha’s sick obsession with me. It felt too much like home and our childhood together. The last few years of her fighting against me because of her obsession with Ethan. “Is that jealousy I hear?” Alpha asked.

Jessie's POV Something about him felt different now. Back at the funeral, he had looked almost ordinary, like someone hiding a part of himself. But standing here, there was no doubt, this was the Alpha I had heard so much about, the same one I had seen in old drawings. Only those sketches had not even come close. His presence lit up the entire room, powerful and overwhelming, like the air itself bent around him. His eyes burned with a deep, intense blue that made it hard to look away, as if he could see straight through me. Every step he took sent a chill down my spine and a warmth through my chest at the same time. The drawings hadn’t done him justice; no picture ever could. Alpha Ethan was

"There's a new Alpha. In the past, he relinquished his seat gracefully. That's because he was merely a vessel the Alpha used. But I am the Alpha, so I get to choose. And I've chosen us. You're flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood. However, this is my choice. If you don't want to go with me, then you must win against me. But if you lose, my eternal home becomes yours too." I whimper, "We can rebuild. I don't mind." I know Jude isn't referring to here, but I refuse to say I'll go with him. No matter how hard we try to fight against the truth, every living soul will die and can't live on this earth forever. Mostly, everyone I've met in my short lifetime has dabbled in something supernatural,

"I won't let you talk about Kael in such manner, he is capable of running the pack, he is just berieved and that's all" Cyrus has always wanted to be alpha, but then he got his gift from the spirits. At first it was like a sign from the spirits that he was the rightful heir, but then, he started becoming aggressive each time he uses his power to communicate with the spirits. He even killed his mate while making love to her, since then he ran to live in the forest where he would be in contact with nobody. He had a son with his mate and he had tried his best to reconnect but the poor boy hasn't forgiven him for what he did to his mother.

Because, along with its powers, the Obsidian Throne also brought madness to its bearer — a madness that plagued my father, my grandfather, and all the Alphas who came before them. The throne feeds on the soul of its bearer and creates in them a desperate hunger for more power. All Alphas who ever sat on it became obsessed. So obsessed that even today, some of their souls haunt the throne, so attached to it, they can’t let go, so they remain trapped in the shadows of the very power they once so ardently desired.

“You want Sasha even when you already have control on, not one, but two packs of Westfall!” “Sasha is my cursebreaker!” Alain hissed, the veins in his neck and forehead now showing. More visible. “She’s my only hope to fulfil the Unbreakable Oath and save my soul from my fucking—” “Eternal damnation?” Ansel’s mouth twitched to the side. “As far as I have known, Shadow Alphas are always damned—to wander in the darkness.” The Fire Alpha’s amused eyes glance down at Alain’s hands. “Get my pun? Shadows. Darkness?”