Alphabet Lore Comic Studio 2 Novels & Stories

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.

|| 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.

Even Harley chimed in here and there. Dad had just started a fire in the circular pit when Alpha Lyra emerged from the side of the house. She looked the same as I remembered her. A beautifully feminine face despite the stern expression it had been chiseled into. Dark, silky hair pulled back from her head, secured into a neat bun that meant business. I’d just returned to Nox’s side when she appeared. The flames danced off her earthen eyes, filling them with shadows.

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 he didn't know why, but he couldn't use his magic. He was sure that these spears were the reason. "Fuck... fuck... fuck..." He turned up, to the glimpse of light. "I'm such a lame Archmage..." ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

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.

The doors slid open with a soft chime, and Lorenzo stepped out first, talking to Dante. “I’m going to The Blackroom...” I heard him say in the hallway, but I walked out and kept going without giving him a second look. I didn’t want to hear him talk about getting tangled up with one of his whores... like the one he’d hired for his house wasn’t enough. Truth is, spiraling like this wasn’t doing me any good... but here I was anyway, winding my own mind up tighter. Didn’t I say this was just business? Why the hell should I care if this Alpha went to fuck someone else?

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.

"Yeah, you better stop this madness of yours and let me out of here in peace. But if you insist on being stubborn then I will have no option than to fight you here. Great thing is we are both alpha's. No one would be intimidating the other here." Leo pretended not to hear him and walked around the room looking for the least decent place to sit, but it was hard to find because everywhere he went were full of rags made out of clothes decorated with the blood of the dead, other things found on the ground included skulls and dried bones and he walked unaffected. Even on the walls were written suffering in bloody capitals, some pictures of a girl crying. Anyone who spent a night in the dungeon wo

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