Alpha Wars Reviews Novels & Stories

“Why do we fight?” “For Carnage! For supremacy! For death! For my Alpha!” A wide smirk appeared on the Alpha’s lips, the air shifted, turning electric as the Alpha’s eyes flared crimson, showcasing an alien power infused within him. “And who is your Alpha?” “ALPHA DUNCAN REDCLAW!”

Alpha Killan's irritation was obvious as his fist made a resounding thud against the table. “Bullsh*t! I'm not joking! Our lives are at stake!" Killan's mind was clouded with frustration as they struggled to make sense of the situation at hand. Doubts crept in, causing them to question whether any of it truly mattered. "Excuse me, dear Alphas, my Alpha is absolutely right. The alliance between rogues and witches is a formidable force to be reckoned with. Not like we are doing now. You don't want to believe Alpha Killan, even though everything he says is true." The Alphas were struck by the profound impact that Beta Cato's response had on the conversation.

She felt a strange pull, a need to be close to him during this threat. Jessica noticed her distracted gaze. “You’re worried about him, aren’t you?” Lola looked away, unsure how to respond. “I just… I want to help.” Jessica gave a faint smile. “We all do, but Alpha Mike needs warriors, not… well, you know.” Lola looked down, feeling the weight of her new reality. She was here, yet powerless to aid the very people she had begun to care about. ---

His eyes wanted to cry every time I wanted to take him away when he was focused on observing the flying animals. I glanced at the clock on my phone. The war has been going on for 2 hours. Would River Oval Pack and River Triangle Pack fight for 6 hours like two days ago? I returned Alaric's gaze. I could feel the wolf in his body, he would be a strong Alpha like his father. Then I remembered all the words Alpha Andrew said to Alaric and Beta Lyra's words. I hesitated to believe that Alpha Andrew lost me. I was sure he was happy because he was back in an illicit relationship with Tabitha.

The Alpha lifted his hand slightly, silencing them. His eyes stayed on me. “Why?” For a moment, the room became too quiet. Then I answered honestly. “Because staying there was becoming dangerous.” The Alpha studied me carefully. Not just my face. Everything. The exhaustion. The dirt on my clothes. The healing cuts on my arms. The tiredness I could no longer hide. “You look like someone who has been running for days,” he said. I stayed quiet. Tell me the truth, he continued calmly. What happened?”

All the while, one warrior in the alpha’s team quickly went on his knees and checked the bodies one by one. “Alpha, you need to see this.” A piece of paper was presented to Alpha Horres, and the atmosphere suddenly became colder than usual. I couldn’t tell why, but one sneak peek at the Alpha’s expression, and I could tell he was pissed. It was like his face moved from being a calm and indifferent mountain to a raging storm before a destructive earthquake. I had no idea about the message, but I knew I was doomed. If looks could kill, I would have dropped dead already, just like the four wolves around me.

“It’s in the contract.” Ash sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Alpha’s could hide their scent, but they were terrible at hiding their red-blooded reactions. Alex was clearly trying his best, but there was a huffing flare to his nostrils that easily gave him away. “We still need to do a top down assessment, including resources. No layoffs planned,” Ash clarified. He leaned forward, smirking at the disgruntled Alpha. “I promise,” he purred in a submissive tone he knew would ease whatever was riling up inside the man.

He waited until nightfall and just as the stars peeked out; Kip sent the signal. Screams erupted as his pack moved in. Targeting homes, pulling people from their homes. The ones that fought back were instantly killed. Some of his wolves were setting houses on fire. It was pure chaos and war fair. Kip sat back watching it all like he was watching a movie with pure joy on his face. The screams, the smell of smoke and blood; all of it sent him into bliss. Twenty minutes. That's all it took. Twenty minutes of attempting to defend themself and it was all over. Alpha he will surrender on one condition.

Fifty of the Smith’s Pack elite warriors poured out, weapons raised, with some shifting halfway into their wolf forms. "Alpha!" They all called out. Alfred, the butler and unexpected tactical commander, jumped out of the lead vehicle. He was flanked by Gamma Reid and the Pack Enforcer too, a massive wolf named Tor. They ran toward the smoking ruins, definitely expecting to find a corpse or at most, a severely injured person almost at the brink of death. They stopped dead at the edge of the green circle, shocked. The warriors lowered their guns instantly. Their jaws dropped. They stared at the grass, then at the frozen statues of the mercenaries, then at the scattered weapons, at the still ve

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.