Alphabet Lore Comic Novels & Stories

Once there he ushered us inside and asked us what the problem was. " well you see while Arlo and I were on a run I realized that his speed matched mine and I saw that he had the same moon crescent mark on his forehead that I have. That mark is only for alpha kings so I'm not sure what's going on." Jacob explained and dr. Carlyle nodded his head and took up a book while going through the pages.

Alaric said. “Lilith.” “The Mother of Demons?” Amethyst and Alpha Ford said at the same time. These war room meetings didn’t include all the other Alphas, but Alpha Ford and Amethyst were the experts on lore and history. If Amethyst was there, so was Ford. They looked at each other with wide eyes full of fear. Usually, when they had one of these moments—where they would say the same thing simultaneously, brainstorming, remembering lore and history—they would look at each other, smile, and kiss. It was adorable. This was on the disturbing side.

“What is it?” The guard stepped forward, holding out a sealed parchment. “This arrived moments ago.” Lucian took it without hesitation. Aurelia noticed the seal immediately. A wolf crest. Not Lycan. Alpha. Her stomach tightened. Lucian broke the seal and scanned the contents quickly. Aurelia stepped closer. “What is it?” Lucian folded the parchment slowly. His golden eyes darkened as he looked at her. “It seems,” he said quietly, “The Alphas have started paying attention.”

When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself. They opened it on the carpet. The pages were brittle, smelling musty. Most of it was in Old German, but there were illustrations, ink sketches depicting battles, rituals, and... a man with glowing eyes, surrounded by shadows. "Here he is," Siron whispered, pointing to one illustration. The man was handsome, standing on a pile of corpses, with a crown on his head. "Alaric."

Alaron blew out his cheeks but waited patiently as he continued to eat the food he was provided. Suddenly a small creature appeared in the room. He was not to Alaron's waist and wore various shades of green. He had a fiery red beard and only slightly lighter skin. The sight sent a shiver of fear down Alaron's spine. The creature handed a letter to Cafer, who in turn placed a golden coin in the little man's hand. The creature kept his hand outstretched and the gnome produced a second coin. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" he mumbled in the ancient tongue. Receiving the second coin, the creature was gone as mysteriously as it came.

“I knew what Starend would take from you.” “You gave me a choice,” Liora whispered. “That’s all I ever wanted.” They sat in silence. Until Altheya broke it. “There’s one last thing you haven’t seen. One last gift from Aria. Hidden inside me.” Liora turned. “What gift?” Altheya reached into her robes and drew a small crystal vial, sealed with three runes and glowing gold-blue. “She poured her final song into this,” Altheya said. “Not a weapon. Not a memory.”

Its surface bore several black, wedge-shaped characters that appeared to have been haphazardly drawn but concealed some secrets. "Fetch the candle," I said with a tight frown as I continued to examine the parchment scroll carefully. "Alpha, what's wrong with this?" Bard was a bit puzzled, but he obediently picked up the burning candlestick and carefully approached. Without answering, I directly placed the parchment scroll on top of the candlestick, causing the black characters on the parchment to quickly blacken. "Alpha!" Braum shouted nervously. Just as everyone froze, the black on the characters slowly faded, ultimately solidifying into a hot gold logo. A wolf's head with a small crown ato

Something about this meeting felt important, different, as if the dream itself was holding its breath, waiting for what would unfold next. A sense of awe rippled through me as I approached Skadii, and then another figure emerged—appearing as if conjured from the mist itself. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her presence radiating a gentle glow that seemed to illuminate the forest. Both Skadii and the other wolf immediately bowed in her presence, a gesture that confirmed what my heart already suspected: the moon goddess had arrived. “Yes, my child, it is me, the moon goddess,” she said, her voice wrapping around me with warmth and power. I was taken aback, questions swirling in my mind—about

Not pristine—centuries of dust couldn’t be erased—but free of any trace of the battle. The altar remained untouched. He couldn’t destroy it even if he wanted to. Its stone was older than any magic he could conjure. But the inscriptions remained. And that was a problem. Not for Soren. For the Lycán King. Because when Alaric descended into that basement—and he would—he would find an altar in the Dark Tongue that no one around him could fully read. Except, perhaps, his omega who “fainted from fear” with suspicious frequency.

Then suddenly, he crouches and picks something from under a thick shrub—a silver coin glinting faintly in the sunlight. I blink, a surprised laugh slipping out. “Wait—you actually found one?” I say, grinning. “Wow, that’s—” Before I can finish, Aurelia snatches the coin from my hand, her laughter loud and triumphant. “That’s why Lior’s the king of these games! Didn’t I tell you? We’re going to win for sure!” Lior doesn’t even look at her. He just turns and keeps moving, eyes on the next clue. The way he ignores her should be satisfying—but somehow, it just confuses me.