Alphabet Lore F Novels & Stories

The witch stopped for a minute to take a breath. Alpha Raven listened to all her confession and quickly took out his pendant which was tied around his neck. It has a dragon imprinted. He twists the pendant to find the code. From his knife, he broke the seal from the back and find the code. "What is the code, which showed you both are connected by blood". Goddess asked while looking towards Alpha Raven, who was shocked at the revelation. "LOD23.7.12," The witch said the code. Raven looked at the code in surprise.

She just took his breath away. "Come on in, let us start with some magick and then we can do more research on the wolf/snake/man whatever." Art said and they sat together. Rory circled the insignia in the book, which was the symbol for alchemy, twice with her finger, the book opened with a soft blue glow. Rory giggled. She looked exhilarated, like a kid in the sweet shop. Art explained to her about different herbs and how they could be imbibed into a potion. "My mom is always better at potions. I- I dabble, but sometimes I make the opposite of what I intended to make." He said with a frown and she chuckled.

Its surface bore several black, wedge-shaped characters that appeared to have been haphazardly drawn but concealed some secrets. "Fetch the candle," I said with a tight frown as I continued to examine the parchment scroll carefully. "Alpha, what's wrong with this?" Bard was a bit puzzled, but he obediently picked up the burning candlestick and carefully approached. Without answering, I directly placed the parchment scroll on top of the candlestick, causing the black characters on the parchment to quickly blacken. "Alpha!" Braum shouted nervously. Just as everyone froze, the black on the characters slowly faded, ultimately solidifying into a hot gold logo. A wolf's head with a small crown ato

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.”

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.

Under the luminous gaze of the full moon, the stronghold gathered in reverence. The air was heavy with anticipation, the scent of earth and magic weaving through the crowd. At the center of the sacred clearing stood Luna and Kael, poised for the ancient Bond Ritual—a ceremony no Alpha had invoked in centuries.

There were no inscriptions, no markings—it was just… tucked away. Curiosity tugged at me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Seria hadn’t come back yet. My fingers itched as I reached forward and carefully pried the box open. Inside were folded pieces of parchment—letters? And a single golden crest: the symbol of House Aurelian… This was Alpha Kael’s bloodline. My heart skipped a beat. Why would something like this be hidden here? I unfolded the first letter. The handwriting was delicate but hurried, ink smudged in places. My eyes skimmed the first lines.

And gods help any unsuspecting guard or pack member who passed by the open door of his study and heard Alpha Alaric Blackthorn, the stoic leader of the Triplet Pack, speaking in a squeaky, high-pitched dragon voice, or a gruff, booming giant. One afternoon, I walked in to find him holding a weighty tome titled "Ancient Lunar Battle Formations." Lyra, perched comfortably in his lap, was gurgling with delight as he made dramatic gestures, narrating the movements of mythical armies with surprisingly expressive sound effects. "And then, the Great Wolf General, Grolf, howled a mighty HOWWWL!" Alaric boomed, then immediately softened his voice to a tiny squeak, "And the tiny, cowardly goblins, the

Not pristine—centuries of dust couldn’t be erased—but free of any trace of the battle. The altar remained untouched. He couldn’t destroy it even if he wanted to. Its stone was older than any magic he could conjure. But the inscriptions remained. And that was a problem. Not for Soren. For the Lycán King. Because when Alaric descended into that basement—and he would—he would find an altar in the Dark Tongue that no one around him could fully read. Except, perhaps, his omega who “fainted from fear” with suspicious frequency.

Finn said. “What’s a fucking Aleph?” Henrik wrinkled his nose. “The Madonie Alpha André D’Amore is gay. His mate Darren Delaney, formerly of Bloodmoon, uses the title Aleph since he’s not a Luna.” Clarence explained, pinching the bridge of his nose. “D’Amore? Why does that name sound familiar?” I frowned in thought. “The Mad Alpha of Incubi. That ring a bell?” Finn folded his arms. “Oh, right. So, it’s his Beta coming?” I nodded.