Novel & Cerita Alphabet Lore Faceless

Liora was walking toward us with a confident, bright smile on her face. "You said you wanted to talk to me," she said, stopping a few feet away and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I guess I'm available now." Alaric scoffed, taking a step closer to her. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous whisper. "It's Alpha Alaric. Put some respect on that name. And I don't think we have anything else to talk about right now." He paused, his eyes turning cold. "Also, the next time we're sitting at a table together, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself."

Just hearing this Bella looked at him in surprise and muttered, "My red eyes are proof that I am your queen. What are you talking about? I don't understand what you mean." The old man then said calmly. "You must know that for the last 200 years, we have been waiting for our Alpha. The king we have now is not really our real king, he is just our real king's substitute." And our elders said long ago that one day our real king or queen will come, whose eyes will be red and his Wolf will be pure white with a diamond mark on his forehead. You have all the signs that our queen should have. Seeing these, I clearly understand that you are our queen for whom we have been waiting for the last 200 year

His reflection glinted off the glass, he looked cool, with an unreadable expression, which was kind of annoyingly beautiful. “I bet you’re impressed now,” I said, stopping beside him. “Turns out your little stray is the queen of fashion.” He didn’t even blink. “Cool.” “Cool?” He glanced sideways. “Want a medal?” “Excuse me?” “You rich?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “That’s cute. I’m Arlo. I’m not just loaded, I’m generationally, internationally untouchable.” I scoffed. “You’re just a werewolf prince.”

I thought he was different from his parents, but it turns out that he’s the same. I flipped over through the many pages of his achievements and finally arrived at the last page. This one was peculiar because it didn’t have any texts, just a huge picture of a handsome young man. I tilted my head to the side as I looked at it in confusion. Is this Alpha Arlo? I glanced down at the caption on the bottom of the page and confirmed that the photo is indeed the Blood Shadow pack’s Alpha. I bit my lips as I looked at the photo. I feel like I’ve seen him before. Where the hell have I seen him?

The Lady's pale, messy-looking face stares at the Prince's troubled expression. "I-, Genesis Arc fooled the entire Raphbarg Kingdom. I am not an omega werewolf because this Lady's werewolf is a beta. I shouldn't have let the Prince get closer to me, a Liar! Unfaithful! Uncourageous! And Unfair Lady like me!" Her proclamation shakes the entire room as Prince Alphonso's tears start to fall. Abruptly--- 'Boom!' A sound of a bomb starts to rumble the place. ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ

Alpha Jones turned and walked away, leaving me alone with the group. I hoped they weren’t like Jones. No amount of beauty could make up for being deplorable. “Pleasure to meet you, Alpha Ledger,” the triplet with a crew cut said, extending his hand. “I’m Alpha Alaric Valko.” “The pleasure is mine,” I said and shook his hand. “Alpha Conri Valko,” the triplet with long hair said. We shook hands. “It’s okay if you can’t tell us apart. No one can, except our mate.”

I corrected myself halfway and Nate’s face looked like he had just gotten the best christmas gift. “Funny, for a second I almost thought you were going to say Night howl. That is my pack’s name.” I shot him a venomous glare but he was busy staring smugly at me. “Ahh, where have I heard that name again?” Alpha Alaric scratched his temple as if lost in thought and then he snapped his fingers. “Are you by any chance related to some guy called Luke?” My eyes widened in fear. No, this couldn’t be real.

An eerie, malevolent laughter filled the air as a figure emerged from the shadows. Alaric, a formidable werewolf with fur as black as the night, stood at the edge of the clearing, his eyes blazing with an unholy fire. "We shall see," he sneered. "I will crush their love and claim the Celestial Relic for myself." Without warning, Alaric lunged towards Luna and Elias, his speed unmatched. Luna barely had time to react, summoning a shield of light to protect herself and Elias. But Alaric was relentless, his claws tearing through the protective barrier.

Amethysta asked, making Alaric chuckle again. "Don't worry, Miss Elf. I am not a perverted alpha. I just wanted to befriend you. Can't I?" Alaric made an innocent face, making Amethysta doubt whether he was an Alpha or not. He was handsome and at the same time he looked like a cute omega. Alaric finished his drink and said, “Okay, then I should get back to work. Or else I will get an earful from your father.” “Seems like you are afraid of my Father,” Amethysta sarcastically said.

I pushed the door open just enough to peer outside. There he was. The Alpha. He stood in the centre of the gathering, clad in black. The torchlight painted his face in gold and shadow. His expression was as though it was carved from stone, but his eyes… even from this distance, I could see the storm raging inside them. Dozens of pack members stood behind him, heads bowed. At his feet, a marble stone shone and it was engraved with words I couldn’t make out. Her grave. The Luna’s. But the tug inside my chest only grew stronger.