Alphabet Lore Comic Novels & Stories

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.

From it hung a single, perfect leaf, shaped like the one he had given Liora, pulsing with a soft, steady light. It was done. Alaric let out a long, slow sigh. The terrible weight was gone from his shoulders. His body seemed to shrink. He looked at Lyra, and for the first time, a real, peaceful smile touched his lips. “Thank you,” he whispered. “The library is safe. The story is complete.” He closed his eyes. His breathing slowed, and then stopped. He was gone.

Faye stammered trying to search for the right words to say. “Cat cut your tongue?!.” Alora asked. Zemia smirked and pulled her close when he saw Faye's eyes darkened. “You have an Alpha aura! What are you, a Lycan ?!.” Zemias's brother said. “I am Alora and for what I am I would rather keep that to myself!.” Alora replied and leaned on Zemia. “Well, I am Loki!.” He said. “Nice to meet you!.” Alora replied.

|| Lilac’s POV || Alaric walked around the desk and stopped before an old chest. The ancient chest creaked as he opened it, releasing the scent of dried herbs and old blood. Sunlight streamed through the study windows, illuminating a haunting illustration: a beautiful witch with emerald eyes and silver hair, her hands raised over a kneeling Alpha whose veins blackened where her magic touched him.

Chapter 128 Establishing the feelings GOLD PACK ‘Can you get serious right now, Arlo.’ Jovy laughed into the phone speaker. ‘I am really not joking.’ ‘What did that witch called Alice advise you to do?’ Arlo responded on the other line. ‘This doesn't sound like you Jovy. Are you sure about this? You really want to do this?’

Before I can say anything, Aurelian takes the chalice. “I, Tobias Cade Walsh pledge my loyalty, my service, and my life to you Alpha Darius Colt Barnett, and to you Alpha Luna Diamond Joy Stone.” Aurelian says in his deep, husky voice. He sips from the chalice, and he drops to the ground, grabbing his head. A muffled groan escapes him. I crouch down to help him.

It seemed like a dream. “Sis, did he really make all these pills?” Lila asked Lorelei in secret. “Yeah, I witnessed it myself. In fact, I was his assistant,” Lorelei beamed proudly, bragging as if she were involved in the process as well… In all honesty, the Enlightenment Pill was a divine pill of extremely high level, and it was 100% pure. This was an achievement that any alchemy clan could only hope for. “He’s now my alchemy master!” Lorelei wasn’t afraid to admit that she had become Alex’s disciple.

Messy colors. Simple. Innocent. Yet my hands immediately began trembling. Because four figures were standing beneath a giant silver moon. Four. Not three. Four. The first figure was easy to recognize. King Alaric. Silver crown. Silver eyes. Massive smile. Grandfather. Written beneath him. The second figure made my chest tighten. Elara. Beautiful even in a child's sketch. A silver dress. A crown. Mother. Written beneath her. The third figure was Leo himself.

Aria nodded and turned toward the mural again. She stood before the first tile, and pressed it, then the remaining ones in order – honorable, one, who, “Absalom!” He nodded and pressed seeks. The tiles remained illuminated and a soft smile spread across her face. She walked toward the last tile and pressed it with her foot – knowledge. The mural filled from the bottom to the top with the soft glowing blue light. She heard Absalom jump down from his perch somewhere behind her. A crack formed in the middle of the mural and got wider as the walls spread open in front of her. Absalom’s footsteps pounded fast behind her as he sped into a run toward her, but her eyes remained unmoving, watc