Alphabet Lore Comic Novels & Stories

“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

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.”

I dipped my bare hands into the softened soil not minding the dirt that stored itself underneath my nails. My fingers struck metal. I dipped my hands deeper then pulled it a rusted in that was engraved with the crest of Ardonia. My hands shook as I opened it. It contained a soft portrait of Queen Rhiannon during her youthful days. She had the same eyes with Alaric's. There was a sealed letter wrapped underneath. To Alaric. The letter has the royal sigil on it, and I could recognize the handwriting from the ancient books I had once seen in the place library. It was Queen Rhiannon’s handwriting.

The word burned in his mind like a brand. He stalked past the familiar sections—Werewolf Histories, Lunar Cycles, Pack Law—until he reached the dimly lit alcove marked "Supernatural Relations." His claws pricked his palms as he yanked out the first relevant tome: The Bewitched & The Beastly: Supernatural Attractions. The wooden chair protested as he threw himself into it, the lamplight casting jagged shadows across the pages. Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches.

Arthur stepped closer, opening the velvet cloth. On the silver tray was embedded an arrow plated with pure gold. At the tip of the arrow, there was a piece of white parchment written in dark purple ink - the color of royalty that became extinct centuries ago. Alexander frowned. His eyes narrowed at the strange aura from the arrow. "Pure gold? Wolves don't use soft gear to kill." Chloe took the letter on the parchment. His aura remained ice cold, but his eyes sharpened as he tore through every word written there. Signed, Aurelius Dynasty.

I headed to take a shower while trying to remember anything about her, anything to locate her. As I closed my eyes under the water, my wolf Leo connected with me, saying, 'Mate!' I wasn’t very surprised; my happiness with her and that bond meant she was definitely my mate. But what now? Had I found my mate after years of searching, only to have her disappear in the morning? I, Alpha Dragon, needed my mate with me, even if she wasn’t Luna! I called Leo, asking, 'Who is our mate, Leo?' 'I don’t know her name, but I can smell her wolf, Aurora, and find her!' Leo answered.

the coroner asked. Lorenzo narrowed his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek with indecisiveness. “It’s difficult to tell for certain. The letter is either an ‘R’ or a ‘P’.” A cold streak of unbelievable fear raced through me. This mark did not come from any random piece of jewelry as Lorenzo previously mentioned. It was unique—custom-made to fit only one person. Jesus Christ. ‘Now we know why the Lycan Luna’s son appeared to panicked when he saw those pictures before,’ my wolf mentioned.

The wizard's eerie laughter reverberated in the dimly lit chamber as I staggered backward, my grip faltering, and the torch clattering to the ground. His face, once veiled in shadows, was now fully revealed, and the sight jolted me with a mixture of shock and dread. His laughter echoed with an unsettling satisfaction, as if he had anticipated my reaction all along. "Ah, the beauty of genuine surprise," he remarked, his eyes glinting malevolently. "Do not be alarmed, Queen Daliah. The visage of one who has danced with the shadows for centuries might be disconcerting to mortal eyes."