Alphabet Lore Comic Novels & Stories

Or so they thought. As a result, Alaric was increasingly kind and gentle towards me. “And how is my bodacious, bold, and beautiful best Beta?” Alaric asks me flirtatiously one morning. We’ve started playing this silly alliteration game when we’re alone. “Amazing, my audacious and alert Alpha!” I reply. “’Audacious and alert’? That’s the best you could do?” His cold face broke into a smile. “Hey! ‘A’ is a lot harder than ‘B’!” I chuckle back to him.

"Are you, Alaric? Is this all just a way to make sure I don't leave?" Alaric turned to me. He looked tired—not just work-tired, but soul-tired. He set his glass down and reached into the drawer of the side table, pulling out a thick, blue folder. He threw it onto the bar top. "Go ahead," he said. "Open it."

“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.”

“Can I borrow this?” “‘Borrow’,” he echoed. “What’s mine is now yours, Liz.” Now, perversely, I wanted to cry, not just at the use of my preferred name but because I was touched. Alpha wolves don’t share, period. “Another time, maybe,” I said, returning the dusty volume to the shelf. Philosophy had its place but I was more in need of ancient lore, especially the kind of book which offered up advice on how to deal with a sorceress. Surely he had an arcane guide? Though it wouldn’t be sitting alongside Plato.

delicate looking creatures! Impossible! "Believe me Luna, our father was the King of Constancia. One of the three kingdoms that rule the Land of Lore. The other two; Lotho, is ruled by Aswangs, the shape-shifters and Grendlar ruled by Witches and Sorcerers." "You are half fairy Luna." Alta too, approached her. "That is why you have abilities unlike other normal humans. Just like Morga, you have the gift of sight that allows you to see through the future."

“If Orith thought he could sway you, I hope he’s watching now.” A crack of thunder split the sky though no clouds loomed. In the courtyard’s center, flame erupted, twisting into a pillar. Warriors drew swords. Alara stepped back as runes of fire etched themselves into the air, forming letters in burning script. I KNOW YOUR BLOOD, STOLEN DAUGHTER. YOU ARE THE LAST KEY. COME TO THE SHADOW HOLLOW OR I WILL COME FOR YOU. Gasps rippled. Ezra pulled Alara behind him, fury hardening his features. Damien barked for water, but the fiery glyph hovered untouched until, with a hiss, it vanished, leaving scorch marks on flagstones.

Lora is babbling in her lap, much happier than she has been and things just feel… good. “About Danes attacks. Theo and I will be telling the warriors today that they’ve passed the test,” I enlighten her. “That’s good, Arlo’s been struggling to keep his mouth shut,” Lilith laughs. It’s strange to think Tabitha naked her child the same name as one of Lilith’s only friends but I suppose it’s a nice name. And Arlo is great, his ability to fight in both forms is excellent. And he’s protective of Lilith.

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 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. The rest of them kept calm studying Alora.

"An ancient relic. A remnant from the first werewolves. It holds power—power that can shift the balance of everything we know." The council erupted into murmurs, the weight of her revelation sinking in. Kaelan remained still, analyzing every flicker of Liora’s expression, searching for any sign of deceit. "Why would Alaric go after something like that?" Liora hesitated, her eyes narrowing as she weighed her next words. "Because he’s losing." Kaelan leaned forward, his voice low and sharp, a dangerous edge to it. "And you’re telling me this out of the kindness of your heart?"

I never expected Loki to read things related to alchemy. I jumped down from the stool to pick them up. Flipping through the pages that had slipped out, I saw that many of them were creased, and the writing on them was something I couldn’t understand at all, though I knew it all had something to do with alchemy. Then on the smallest sheet of paper, there was actually a colored drawing of a person.