Alphabet Lore Comic Novels & Stories

gone?" "Well, my Luna is alive and well, so she'll be in charge of the pack," Alaric said. An Elder chuckled. "You are going to leave the pack in the hands of a woman?" He questioned. "Yes, a woman given to me by the moon goddess," Alaric added. He was about to say something else when he heard a knock on the door. A warrior was let in, his breath ragged. "A rogue was spotted in our woods. He smelled aged," the warrior said. "Hmm, an experienced rogue in the woods during the shifting ritual. He's definitely up to no good," Alaric said as he stood up from his seat. "Don't tell us you want to go and find a rogue?" Elder Derrick asked. "An experienced wolf," Alaric said. "But you have a lot of

I shrugged, "It's suiting you, don't you think? Kind of like you are the Alpha, but not fully right now." Al burst into laughter, but he didn't lower his guard on the drawer as I expected. "It's an engraving just like your tattoo, right? It's Runes, as in, the language of magic?" Al asked, hinting at the nightstand he was sitting on right now. "The gift? Yes." I nodded, "Though it was ruined by the blood. I doubt if you could make out any pattern." "It's not ruined!" Al frowned, protesting. I let out a surprised chuckle. The sole purpose of engravings was to see the pattern! How was it not ruined when it was covered in blood which should have turned black by now?!

“What are you worried about?” Claud drew in a breath and release it slowly. “I am merely making sure to remind our alphas that no matter how heated things get, Jasper Compton is untouchable.”

He tilts his head to the side. "What specimen?" Alarich asks. Arlo throws the phone to over to Alarich. "WHOAH! So that's a wolf dick" Honestly, you'd think a King would have a bit more sense than to send a dick pic. "Arlo, how is Helena any updates" He stands up and rubs the back of his head. "Ummm I forgot, 2 secs" He pulls out his phone and starts typing away. "Aw shit, sent it to the group chat".

An eerie, malevolent laughter filled the air as a figure emerged from the shadows. Alaric, a formidable werewolf with fur as black as the night, stood at the edge of the clearing, his eyes blazing with an unholy fire. "We shall see," he sneered. "I will crush their love and claim the Celestial Relic for myself." Without warning, Alaric lunged towards Luna and Elias, his speed unmatched. Luna barely had time to react, summoning a shield of light to protect herself and Elias. But Alaric was relentless, his claws tearing through the protective barrier.

“Arthur, he is a Sterling through and through. He has the tongue of a prosecutor.” “I’m a Leo!,” the boy snapped, crossing his arms. “And I don't like your tie. The silk is a low-density weave. It’s beneath your station.” “I shall have my tailor executed at dawn,” Alaric promised, his eyes dancing with amusement. “And who is this beautiful creature?” Alaric turned his focus to Luna.

If he didn’t fuck his stepsister and make me think whatever this was, was for only as long as he couldn’t get in my pants. “Ahh…I heard you were bringing your luna.” A smooth voice with a heavy accent interrupted my musings. Alpha Lorenzo was almost as tall as Gabe. But he was more lanky, possessed a build not nearly as muscular as my mate’s. His slicked back long hair exposed piercings running up both ears. When he extended a hand to greet me, I noticed a tattoo of a lion on his forearm. Gabe had told me he was known as the lion of Andalusia. It was a nickname. When I’d asked Gabe if he had a nickname, he’d merely smirked and looked away briefly before continuing to talk about Alpha Lorenzo

“And now he says I can’t use Charizard unless I bring a sacrifice!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, he did what now?” Arsen was still processing when Jade charged in behind him, dramatically holding up a red crayon like it was the elder wand. His voice was deep, serious, slightly British for some reason. “THE CARDS HAVE SPOKEN.” “We are five seconds from a full cult ritual,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. “And I still haven’t had a second coffee.” Then—because apparently the chaos gods weren’t done—Lorelai floated in. I say floated because she wore a sheer purple cape, a tiara perched sideways on her curls, and she was dragging the mop like it was a sacred staff.

Kevin smiled at him, his blue eyes holding a sadness to them. Alex looked back and forth from Kevin to his father. A Lycan? Alex knew there were only a few Lycan families left, but most of the older families kept to themselves. They were considered almost like Werewolf Royalty. He couldn’t believe that his father was actually friends with one. Why hasn’t he ever mentioned this Kevin before?

I couldn’t ignore it’s presence, as though some of Lilac’s chilling magic seeped into the material. It wasn’t until Agnes led us out of Silverstone and to our car that I noticed the identical looks of utter bewilderment on Jada and Hakeem’s faces. “What is it?” I asked the two of them. Lilac overheard and turned, scanning their faces. She came to the same conclusion as I did and cocked her head. Jada pursed her lips, sharing a loaded look with her brother. “What Valeria said before we left, about there being no end, only eternity. That’s a quote from the Order of Ouroborus.”