Alphabet Lore Comic Novels & Stories

I have received information that their alpha and Luna will be attending a function in the Red Moon pack so we need confirmation before we can attack. What the fuck am I reading? I started to feel uneasy, knowing I was reading something really bad. I skipped to the end, wanting to see who wrote and sent the letter. I look forward to hearing from you soon. Yours Ally Leader, the rouge force. I dropped the letter like it was scalding hot, and clamped my hands over my mouth in shock. I knew that my uncle Mateo did things like cooperate with the rouge force. It is one of the reasons why the Blood Crest pack has the reputation it does now.

Both packs were fierce and brutal and the number of already dead wolves were equal on both sides. Aurelius snarled. What use were his warriors if they couldn't kill off a bunch of Alphaless wolves? And confused ones for that matter? Weren't they the ones that tried to kill their Alpha just days before, now they were risking their lives for him? Foolish pups. Meanwhile, something strange began to happen with Lorenzo. He was slowly slipping into unconsciousness, his stiff lips muttering one word 'Raphaela' but suddenly his closed eyes snapped open with a sudden burst of energy.

he barked. I hurried after him, looking around too, scared out of my mind that someone was about to jump us. “Get in the armored car. Now. I don’t want you out here,” he growled, and I obeyed immediately. I slid into the back seat, and he opened the other door to settle the girl in. “Who is she, Lorenzo? Who is she?” My voice came out rushed and shaky. “One of the youngest daughters... of the Alpha King.”

The last evidence of a disaster buried under noble titles and ancient family trees. A knock came at my door. Alaric. He entered like he always did — quietly, smoothly, like shadows followed him naturally. His cloak was still damp from the rain. What the hell was he doing here? I thought he went home? To his kids? “You’ve been up for hours,” he said without greeting. His eyes slid immediately to the book in front of me. “You found something.” “About the Rift,” I murmured, not looking away from the pages. “It’s tied to necromancy.”

"The book shows it. Look at the dates. Look at the printing. In my world, we use machines to capture light. The light creates the image. There is no soul in that paper. It is just ink and plastic." "You lie with every breath." Hrothgar barked. He slammed his staff on the floor. "You say you come from the future to hide your true master. You are a spy for the dark. You used this silver bird to blind Alaric. You used it to make him choose a stranger over the traditions of his people." He said pointing at the bird on the cover of the passport booklet. "The bird is a hologram." I said. "It is for security. Alaric chose me because I am a good chef. I won the competition fairly. I have done nothin

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.

he said, dropping a small bag onto the table. Liora inspected them carefully. “Perfect,” she said. “You found them.” Aric followed him in, still laughing. “The Alpha of Drukbane, hunter of berries. I’m writing that in the pack records.” Draven glared at him. “Do that and you’ll be cleaning the stables for a week.” Liora chuckled softly, covering her mouth. “Don’t fight in my room.” Draven’s stern look broke, and a faint smile appeared. It was the first time he had seen her laugh in weeks, and it eased something inside him.

"Symbolizes 'shattered dreams and illusions'. Absolutely not. That is terrible juju for my bank account. Skip." I drag my finger to the next target: The Sphinx. "Giant lion-bird lady. Loves blocking roads. Bites people's heads off if they fail her ancient pop quizzes." "Are you good at ancient Greek riddles?" Arlo asks nervously. I rub my chin, a chaotic, dangerously brilliant idea sparking in my brain. "What if I just confuse the hell out of her and ask her a riddle first?" Arlo looks at me like I am insane. "I...I have no idea. You could try?"

“This is a letter from Crystalbell.” “Her name is just as awful as her handwriting,” Maverick muttered. “You’d never imagine a name like that written in perfect, normal font.” Aurora snickered. “By the way, do you want me to read this aloud?” “Please. I can’t make sense of it. It all looks like poorly drawn lines, circles, and dots,” he said, gesturing helplessly. “You’re an Alpha of a pack, the feared Lycan King,” Aurora teased. “You’ve received notes of help, alliances, and threats from countless people. You can’t tell me you’ve never seen worse handwriting than this.”

I had so many things to do, and none of them involved listening to Sylvie’s shrieks on loop. Bending over to my shoulder, Calvin cupped his hand to my ear. “The shop I have in mind has one attendant, and she designs dresses that look like they came from dreams. And the best part is that-” “What are you whispering without me?!” shrieked Sylvie, interrupting. “She matches the description you gave me of your mate, the unscented wolf. Aria.” I stopped breathing as I stared at Calvin. “Are you sure?” I asked, almost breathless.