Alphabet Lore Comic Novels & Stories

I sprayed so much perfume around before I opened the door that I doubt she could even make out mine in there. "Uh huh, apparently Alpha Eligor is furious. He's punishing the night patrol by making them figure out how the Rogues got past them before they're allowed to end their shift. Even if it takes days or weeks, they're not allowed to leave until they know." Ana carries on excitedly. "He says they're lucky Abaddon was out with a girl for most of the night, if he'd been in a deep sleep when the rogues got there, he may have been killed."

We shall see… The End Alpha of Gods is the final book in the Harmony Moon Series. Let me know your thoughts. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed reading about Gabriel, Harper, Willow, Brax, Drake, Ryder, and Demi as much as I have enjoyed writing their stories. Please let me know which was your favorite story in the series. There may also be a spin off of Drakes story. I believe he deserves happiness, don’t you?

Before the Alpha king falls from his grace and with him, everything else will tumble down. ~*~*~*~ [Xavier] The message had two photos attached to it. The figures were both very familiar to him. The caption read: Your mate and your brother are somewhere in the forest. Let’s see if you can find them. Leikos roared in his mind, his eyes turned onyx black. He was trembling with anger. Before he knew he was racing out of the office, Arnold behind his heels, “Alpha! What happened?” He did not deem to answer his question.

They were mine and I would always make a fuss when it came to what was mine, even if I couldn’t exactly show it right now. “Yeah well, alpha Orson wanted to do something special for you girls. So you better not go running off to the purple hill pack again or else,” Davies said clearly annoyed as he stood fidgeting with a balloon. Iris smirked at her brother but there was an unspoken message in her eyes as she looked back at me, she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

“Thank you.” Alaric smiled. “They are nothing compared to what your daughter will bring to this world. But there is something else I wanted to offer.” He gestured to one of his attendants, who stepped forward with a small box. Alaric took the box into his hands and opened it slowly. Inside was a delicate, silver pendant with an intricate symbol engraved on it. The symbol was one of peace and protection, something passed down through Alaric’s bloodline.

It was all dark and cool in the Andromeda. Star light in the night sky shone brightly, sending life to all in Eptomaniac. The three year old wolf camp had just had the honor once again to have a change of rulership, at the death of the former Djhord- an Alpha named Lucian Kian, the Alpha wolf of light, as he was so named. Wolf howling in the distance resounded over the wide surrounding slopes, crowning the night ceremony as the newly made Djhord- Lothaire, an Alpha wolf was led to the grand palace, shouting, hooting and howling of various wolves followed him homewards.

Lists of them. With markings beside each. Some crossed out. Some circled. Some left untouched. Caelan’s chest tightened. “This isn’t an archive,” he said. “No,” Damien agreed quietly. “It’s a record.” Of what? That question didn’t take long to answer. Because halfway down the second page— Caelan froze. His eyes locked onto a name. “…Lorin.” The air shifted. Damien stepped closer. Saw it. And didn’t speak. Because he understood.

Every stroke sent a mild ache up her arm, but compared to the raw burn of earlier, it was tolerable. She drew Lunaris characters she’d learned as a half‑forgotten child and relearned under Soryn’s eye. Symbols for anchor. For bond. For balance and breath. Daire watched her, eyes tracking each line. His breathing was shallow; each inhale tugged faintly at his bandages. “You’re… sure about this,” he managed, voice sandpaper. It wasn’t a doubt. It was a last check, the kind an Alpha made even on his back.

"Little Heir, you’re looking a bit peaky. Is the Aurelius hospitality too cold for you?" Xavier’s voice cut through the clinking of silver against bone china. He sat too close. The Shadow Pack Alpha radiated a manufactured warmth that filled the space between them like a thick, cloying steam. He smiled, teeth perfectly white, eyes crinkling in a way that screamed 'trust me' while his scent—a sharp, ozone-charged sandalwood—pushed aggressively against the edges of the room.

I asked again, trying to hide my confusion. “For one, werewolves don’t have stripped fur, and are much bigger than that. If you meet a wolf up close, you’ll notice they have black or brown eyes, contrary to the glowing gold of werewolves,” he answered. By the smirk on his face, I could tell he was amused by my questions. “How much do you know of werewolves?” “Besides they are humans like us who can transform into wolves, and that Father really hates it when they get into the kingdom, nothing. No one ever answers me anytime I ask about them,” I replied, playing with the hem of my dress.