Alphabet Lore F A R T Novels & Stories

He said arrogantly. Alfi draws four black Jepitrons with 666 on their legs from his bracelet and enchants a rune spell. “"fire", "daubentonis"=>"water", "felix"=>"earth", ’strigiformes"=>"wind"); ?>“ “Err, What is he doing?” Kartika asked as she looks Alfi speaking gibberish. You may see the spell-like a simple PHP code, though I am pretty sure most of you don’t know what it means, yet in the scene, he just speaks gibberish. I just deciphered it into PHP code so you will get the point.

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.

“Were the ancient Hebrews all really bad spellers.” “Very funny,” Lyric replied, generating a gentle breeze with her hand that blew his hair backward. “No, that’s what it’s called. Stay with me.” “I’m trying to,” he said as he straightened his hair. “No, they were not bad spellers. But as I was looking at their aleph-bet, I noticed I’d been looking at the markings on Ru’s back wrong. I was starting with the left side and reading left to right, but I should’ve been looking from right to left.”

She wrote the code once again on the paper: C-O-D-E-C-O-D-E-C-O-D-E 17-19-1-22-9-14-4-0-10-20-15-15 “Seventeen letters from C to the right is T. Nineteen letters from O is H. One letter from D is E…,” she kept on mumbling while writing. “And the result is….” C-O-D-E-C-O-D-E-C-O-D-E 17-19-1-22-9-14-4-0-10-20-15-15 T-H-E-A-L-C-H-E-M-I-S-T “The Alchemist?” She startled.

I glance around the bar as I sip on it, Carly sidling up beside me. “Mister sexy is here,” she whispers, looking over toward the table in the corner where the alphas always post up. I roll my eyes. “Mister sexy?” Carly giggles. “Well yeah, he… oh crap, he’s looking over here!” She brings a hand up beside her face, blocking her view. I glance over to Theo’s table and sure enough, I’m met with those intense hazel eyes staring from underneath a furrowed brow. “Is he still looking?” Carly hisses.