Alphabet Lore Comic Studio 2 Novels & Stories

From it hung a single, perfect leaf, shaped like the one he had given Liora, pulsing with a soft, steady light. It was done. Alaric let out a long, slow sigh. The terrible weight was gone from his shoulders. His body seemed to shrink. He looked at Lyra, and for the first time, a real, peaceful smile touched his lips. “Thank you,” he whispered. “The library is safe. The story is complete.” He closed his eyes. His breathing slowed, and then stopped. He was gone.

Alicia replied as she walked towards her desk. "Really? I remember you did the design by hand during the internship evaluation. It was Alpha Rhett who helped you scan and create a digital version and post it on the company website. You haven't forgotten that, have you?" Lilith asked, leaning against Alicia's table. "What do you mean?" Alicia raised an eyebrow and checked her design to make sure Lilith hadn't tampered with it. "You know how famous Alpha Damian Howard is. When Shinfancy officially signs on with the Moon Halo Pack, not only this studio, but the entire pack will get a boost in status throughout North America."

Inside, among a few bound ledgers and a metal box, lay a roll of parchment tied with a familiar thin black ribbon. My pulse stuttered. I slid it out carefully and laid it on the desk. The ribbon came off with a small tug. The parchment unfurled. There it was. My life is in ink. Names. Dates. The neat, impersonal language of law. Lucian Black, Alpha of Blackmoon Pack. Aria Hale, daughter of Victor Hale. Conditions of alliance. Consent of parties (how easily ink lied). I skimmed the opening paragraphs—words I’d seen a version of before.

It’s messy and soft and raw, and it’s exactly what this goddamn family needs. Arsen’s tossing a salad with that grin that says, “I’m way too happy to be in the middle of this chaos.” Jade and Alexei are duking it out over whether Batman or Spider-Man could beat a bear. And Lorelai? She’s organizing the stuffed animals into what I swear is a political party because apparently even toddlers want to run this estate. But it’s Aurelio who has me watching. The old steel is there—subtle, locked beneath the surface—but so is something new. Something softer.

They were mine and I would always make a fuss when it came to what was mine, even if I couldn’t exactly show it right now. “Yeah well, alpha Orson wanted to do something special for you girls. So you better not go running off to the purple hill pack again or else,” Davies said clearly annoyed as he stood fidgeting with a balloon. Iris smirked at her brother but there was an unspoken message in her eyes as she looked back at me, she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

The pleading tone of Arla’s voice, coupled with the sad look on her face, made him cave instantly. “Dude! You ruined the surprise,” whined Drew. “I believe it’s Alpha Dude, not just Dude,” replied Arla, poking her tongue out at Drew as Lorenzo laughed at her. “Well, Alpha Dude has one more thing to give you, before he and Beta Dude leave,” said Lorenzo, grinning. He walked over to their sweatshirts they’d left near a tree, and collected two textbooks, handing them to Arla. “I’m guessing you won’t find these two books here at witch school. One is on werewolf history and the other is on our laws and customs.”

The stench of engine oil mingled with the sweat of warriors, each breath thick, metallic—like swallowing rust. He stood there. The Alpha of the Thunderclaw Pack. Tall, commanding, all hard lines and restrained power. Beneath his black trench coat, the unmistakable build of an apex predator. And a few steps away stood me. The rightful Luna. Yet my eyes were empty. Not anger. Not resentment. Only the stillness that follows complete emotional cooling. I turned to walk past them. That was when the young she-wolf from the Northfall Pack laughed. The sound was bright, bold—openly defiant.

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.

Obscura Arcanum: ob‑SKYOOR‑uh ar‑KAY‑nəm School Founders: Werewolf Founder Cillian Hawthorne pronunciation: KILL-ee-an HAW-thorn Vampire Founder Selene Nerezza pronunciation: si-LEE-nee neh-RET-tsah Wizard/Witch Founder Alaric Everley pronunciation: AL-ə-rik EHV-ə-lee Dragon Founder Seraphine Aurelian pronunciation: SEH-RA-FEEN aw·ree·lee·uhn Main Characters: Nora Carver pronunciation: NAWR-ə KAHR-vər Caelum Hawthorne pronunciation: KAL-əm HAW-thawrn Lucien Nerezza pronunciation: LUY-SYEHN neh-RET-tsah Elias Everley pronunciation: ee-LIE-əs EHV-ə-lee Werewolf Staff: Shara Boudin pronunciation: SHAHR-uh boo-dan Mykala Davis pronunciation: MY-kuh-luh DAY-vis

Without another word, he took off down a tunnel. The rest of the warriors followed; we came to a large room. In the middle stood a huge statue of Alpha Karn. Alpha Draven sniffed the air once again. Without warning, he took off down another tunnel. We all followed trying to keep up. We reached a huge door made of steel. Alpha Draven sniffed underneath it. Without warning, he threw himself against the door. His Alpha strength allowing him to bend the door. When it finally crashed to the ground, the sight inside made me want to be sick. Aura was tied to the bed nude, her body lifeless.