Alpha Wars 4 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I had already decided that when I took over as alpha, he would be my beta, the second in command, and my best friend, Matty, would be my gamma, the third in command. “Thanks for coming, Son. Take a seat,” my mother said, drawing me out of my thoughts. “What’s going on?” I asked curiously as I took a seat across from hers. “I just got a phone call from Alpha Samuel of the Dark Shadow Pack. Rogues attacked them last week, and they lost five warriors,” my mother replied in a serious tone, causing me to let out a heavy sigh.

Lovelies, the long wait is over. BEYOND THE DARKNESS: The Alpha's Little Witch - the third installment of the INTO THE DARKNESS SAGA is finally live on this app! Synopsis: Five years after the death of his fated mate, Alpha Blade found himself lost in the abyss of life. He had abandoned his pack and chose to lead a mercenary life to avenge the death of Soledad. But even after justice was served, he felt empty, and the need to take more lives had become his way of life.

Soon he would take over my flesh and stand on his legs with his paws and daws planted powerfully on the ground beneath my feet. 'Alpha! ' Beta Jayson came jogging with Mateo the lead enforcer and Tyron closely behind him and the rest of the warriors. My wolf puffed out his chest in appreciation at the respect our Beta had displayed. As they lined up before me and my inescapable scrutiny, my beast and I sent out potent prodigious Alpha aura that brought every single one of them on one knee. The extent of the Alpha waves of power in the atmosphere elicited awes from them. Their heads were bowed before me, with their eyes avoiding my beastly ones.

My wolves were already moving through the paralyzed ranks, stripping the invaders of their weapons and silver armor. "What do we do with the captured units, Alpha?" my lead beta warrior asked, bowing his head so low his forehead nearly touched the blood-slicked stones. The entire pack was looking at me now, not just with loyalty, but with a terrifying, religious awe. They had seen their Alpha survive a flatline and stand tall under a cloud of electric gold dragon wings.

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.

He is thrashing, wanting out. The Alphas look on in shock, which is quickly replaced with anger. I match their anger, if not more. Athena is my pup, for fuck’s sake. “Alix. Prepare the jet. We are going back.” He nods and pulls his phone out when I look up as the Alpha’s all stand like they are under a spell. They turn to face us, their eyes glazed over when I feel it again. The shockwave and hear the howl in my head. The call for war.

The Alpha's tech suit flickered with electricity but the arm beneath popped as he was turned over. A gunshot rang. Blood spewed in front of Tom. The Alpha went limp. Tom dropped his arm. Jimmy nodded to him and Tom nodded back. The other Alphas and the fireman lay dead across the floor. Jimmy made a signal. The team followed. The deep bass from the tank's firing rang through the base as the battle resumed above them. The hall lay empty, but human families sat behind the locked doors. Tom only hoped they remained safe a while longer and this war would be over quickly. ***

Alora has done well to train the Amber Desert Warriors to work alongside our fighters. “Clear!” A warrior pushes on my mind-link, updating me with the final part of the mission. “Is he there?” I ask back. “No Alpha, no sign of him. No one is here.” I start to walk down the corridor with Hector, Ezra and Alora hot on my tail. “He’s not here.” I update Hector, who moves past, in front of me and enters the alpha rooms before I do. If he wasn’t here, where was he. The alpha rooms were decorated like a bachelor pad; black leather sofas, a dark humid living room, gadgets and the most on trend technology richly filling the space.

I was stunned as I watched a white light begin to cover the wall like a large screen. And indeed, he was trying to create a screen. More precisely, the Alpha with the damaged face was showing me a display similar to a performance screen. On that magical screen, I witnessed dozens—no, hundreds of people dying in a war. Bloody spears pierced through their opponents' hearts, atomic bombs exploding, and the screams of pain from the warriors. Just by hearing how tortured those Alphas were, I knew they were at war. But who? Who was fighting in a peaceful and tranquil area like this?

he challenged. The four Alphas—Jason, Cable, Ardolf, and Barwolf—were dragged into the center by Hudson’s warriors, their hands still bound. They struggled to maintain their dignity. Hudson’s eyes gleamed with a dangerous amusement as he addressed them once more. “I’ll be fair,” he said, his voice dark with promise. “If you defeat me, my army is yours. My pack will belong to you. Isn’t that an amazing deal?” His smirk widened, the offer almost mocking in its generosity, as if the very idea of them winning was laughable.