Alpha The Master Of Beasts Novels & Stories

Daniel gives a villain-like laugh before speaking. -"You are quite the nuisance but is over, Naomi. I am the Alpha King now, and I will rule the world." The dark fog gushes past me and enters Daniel's body through his mouth and nose. After a few seconds, his body twists and bends in unconventional ways, morphing into an odd wolf beast. The ten-foot-tall beast fur is an orange-red burning fire. Black smoke exits through the corners of its mouth from within him as it grits its long sharp teeth at me.

I stumbled back, my mind torn between fear and awe. He was faster than I’d ever seen, his movements fluid and predatory, almost animalistic. And the wounds the beast inflicted—deep gashes that would cripple anyone else—were healing before my eyes as he moved. My breath hitched. “An Alpha…” I whispered to myself, the realization settling in. It made sense now, his strength, his speed, his resilience, and his ability to heal. But even Alphas had their limits. The beast’s mocking voice cut through the chaos, its words laced with venom. “Is this the best you’ve got, wolf? Pathetic.”

But none of them would best me, I was trained since I was six years old when everyone else was still a boy, I wasn't. The Alpha King stepped forward, his presence commanding the entire clearing into silence. His voice thundered over the mountain air so that we all heard him. "Today, we hunt the spirit beast of the forest, the one born of shadow and fire. The Alpha who claims its heart will prove not only strength, but mastery over his pack." The crowd roared, it was no simple task. Only an Alpha could get a beast like that. I let the sound wash over me, my gaze fixed ahead. My wolves were ready. My blood burned with focus.

An Alpha held the beast by the tail, flinging it across the room, but that didn't stop the beast, it sprang back up. “Get back!” Charles roared, his fangs growing longer and sharper as he began to shift. More Alphas joined the fight but the beast was fast. It dodged attacks with ease, its claws swiping through the air, striking down any who came too close. It was stronger than any normal creature. It was a hunter, no wonder the moon goddess gives us devil Alphas, they are the only people capable of killing this type of beast. After much fighting, and one last, agonizing howl, the beast finally retreated.

"Maybe in the future, you should get someone to train me to do certain tasks that I am not used to doing." "What have I told you about respect?" He stood up coolly and walked to my front. I took a step back and he moved forward. "I am the Alpha of this pack. Your master," he hissed. With shaky legs, I moved backward until I was against the wall. Previously, I had a comeback for everything he had to say but suddenly, his aura felt too intimidating and I could not respond. He leaned against me, his angry eyes boring deep into my soul, daring me to defy him. I whimpered slightly, trying to shrink into the wall behind me.

This four-eyed beast was deliberately messing with me. “If I had known you were just going to turn me down,” I muttered through clenched teeth. “I wouldn't have embarrassed myself by asking you like some pathetic fool.” He didn’t even spare me a glance. His attention returned immediately to whatever he was scribbling on that paper in front of him. “I am an Alpha,” he said coldly. “Not a teacher who exists to educate you.” “I know you’re an Alpha,” I said. “But I genuinely want to learn how to read. Just like you.”

Ash said while crying. Alex, Sam, Simon, Type and Win bow their head in shame. If only they treat omega right, if only they understand Omegas pain. Ash don't hate Alex, he just can't trust him. Beacuse Alex is an Alpha. And it's really breaking their heart. "So I am mouse, I am Alpha to. Baby not all Alpha are same. Please baby give them one chance"

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black, normally only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which most alphas don't have, her aura was normal and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos, so fragile. When I shift, I see Adonis cock his head to the side but he doesn't say anything. I'm the first to take off, Tamisra weaves in and out of the trees, wanting Adonis to chase her. He of course happily obliged. Predicable little alpha.

I ride alone across the last stretch, gravel crunching beneath my horse’s hooves. The drawbridge creaks down with a groan that echoes into the cliffs, and I don’t flinch. I’ve faced worse sounds than that today. Alpha Damien waits just beyond the gate. The Ombrelac Alpha is older than me by decades, with silver hair braided down his back and a thick scar across his neck that never healed right. He wears the dark green and black of his clan, a wolf’s fang tied to the leather cord around his wrist. He watches me descend. “You made it through the forest,” he says.

The guy standing in front of him was not a caring lover, but an alpha who has been betrayed. "Good, I would have strangled you to death, but I need answers," the alpha spat with no remorse. His heart clenched at the venomous look that he was receiving from the very person who not even two days ago had stared at him with adoration. He wished that he had his wolf at times like this. He kept up his futile struggle, a dire and desperate attempt to escape from his clutches. The corners of his eyes pricked with tears. Drake's face remained stoic. But even if he had his wolf, would he be able to attack this guy? After all, he was an omega. Drake leaned closer, his fiery breath fanned his face. He l