Alphabet Lore Comic Novels & Stories

Inside, among a few bound ledgers and a metal box, lay a roll of parchment tied with a familiar thin black ribbon. My pulse stuttered. I slid it out carefully and laid it on the desk. The ribbon came off with a small tug. The parchment unfurled. There it was. My life is in ink. Names. Dates. The neat, impersonal language of law. Lucian Black, Alpha of Blackmoon Pack. Aria Hale, daughter of Victor Hale. Conditions of alliance. Consent of parties (how easily ink lied). I skimmed the opening paragraphs—words I’d seen a version of before.

The other bit her lip, trying to hide a grin. “Oh my goddess,” one whispered. “Are you serious?” Alaric smiled wolfishly. “Do I look like someone who jokes about an Alpha’s private life? Spread it. Everywhere. Make it loud. Make it dirty.” They hesitated for a second, then one said, “We want more coins.” Alaric’s smirk didn’t falter. “Greedy little bitches.” He flipped them each another coin, the metal glinting under the moonlight. “Now go make history.”

The pleading tone of Arla’s voice, coupled with the sad look on her face, made him cave instantly. “Dude! You ruined the surprise,” whined Drew. “I believe it’s Alpha Dude, not just Dude,” replied Arla, poking her tongue out at Drew as Lorenzo laughed at her. “Well, Alpha Dude has one more thing to give you, before he and Beta Dude leave,” said Lorenzo, grinning. He walked over to their sweatshirts they’d left near a tree, and collected two textbooks, handing them to Arla. “I’m guessing you won’t find these two books here at witch school. One is on werewolf history and the other is on our laws and customs.”

' Arlo replied with his ragged breath right on there about right now. 'Wait, what do you mean about?' Arther slightly frowned and began to feel confused about the direction of the conversation that Arlo was referring to in the mindlink. 'You are an Alpha. And I am a wolf soul. How can I know so much more things than you myself?' replied Arlo in a tone of voice that sounded embarrassed and also slightly mocked Arther there now. 'Hey! I'm just confused about what you want to say. And don't tell me I'm stupid. You old wolf soul!' said Arther who felt disapproved.

Gregory said, nodding his head to me in respect, a secret smile hinting at the end of his lips, there was a joke I was missing I was sure of it. “Hey now, I think I’ve done a pretty damned excellent job if I do say so myself.” Grumbled Alaric, shoving Gregory, all three Amethyst warriors began to laugh at Alaric’s expense, but like any good sport, he grinned and chuckled along with his warriors.

The scent of aged parchment and ozone was thick. As we moved through the stacks, we came to a lower, recessed area where three ancient-looking men were gathered around a smooth, obsidian table covered in swirling, indecipherable symbols. They were the Red Moon Pack's Keepers of the Lore, scholars who had served his line for generations. The three advisors—one wizened, one stern, and one with a nervous tic—looked up instantly, their eyes widening in surprise and deference as they recognized both Davon, their Alpha, and the small, powerful female at his side.

The air smelled of dust and old paper. “So, I did a bit of digging using the names you provided. It was hard, but I remembered reading a bit about him years ago,” she said, sliding a picture toward me. It was a drawing in a slightly cartoonish, old-fashioned font, but the distinguishing features were unmistakable. The dark blonde hair, the piercing green eyes. “Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.”

The night I was born, there was a full moon. The Luna of the Crescent Rise bundle was my mom, Claire. She is my father, the Alpha's amazing mate, a powerful and gorgeous warrior. My parents have chosen to try again for another child, but my mother has already blessed him and the pack with my sister Stella. Stella had the beauty that my mother possessed. Bright gold hair, blue eyes brighter than any other in the pack. She showed great interest in school and had good grades as well as on the training field. She was both beautiful and intelligent which are both traits revered in the werewolf community.

EPILOGUE A Letter From Lorenzo (Bonus Chapter) A letter was found, months after Lorenzo's death. Delivered by a trusted hand. It smelled of gunpowder and roses. It was wrapped in old De Rossi parchment, sealed with a blood-red wax crest, the wolf and flame. Aria opened it in the vineyard, where their world had first cracked open. Where Lorenzo had once bled for her. Where he now rested beneath the roots of the oldest vine, the one they'd promised each other under.

Jarvis said. “We think.” Lo answered. “And Emily’s YOUR first mate and you think Collins is your second mate …” Lorenzo nodded. “Wow. I never knew it was so confusing. Or common. Or even real for that matter. I thought people were just making that shit up.” Jarvis said. “It’s a lot to ingest.” Lo supplied. “So .. how’d y’all find all this out?” He asked. “One of our friends back home. She’s like.. a genius. She studied wolf lore and the histories like you and me study fucking pork chops.” Lorenzo answered.