Alphabet Lore Faceless Novels & Stories

“Arthur, he is a Sterling through and through. He has the tongue of a prosecutor.” “I’m a Leo!,” the boy snapped, crossing his arms. “And I don't like your tie. The silk is a low-density weave. It’s beneath your station.” “I shall have my tailor executed at dawn,” Alaric promised, his eyes dancing with amusement. “And who is this beautiful creature?” Alaric turned his focus to Luna.

One of the girls added. "You are damn right, I don't care if he is cold, even if he gets me so angry with his attitude, at least his cute face is enough to drive away the anger from me." "You are so silly." They started laughing. I started hearing from a distance, "We need to make sure no mistake at the mask party, it should be the best and you need to persuade Alpha Lorde Beta to make sure Lorde attends." I recognised his voice as our Alpha, Alpha Lorenzo is the alpha of the Blue moon pack while my father is the beta of the pack.

Alaric grabbed the front of his shirt, lifted him easily, and stared him down. "I should be the one asking. Who are you?" Liam struggled, trying to break free. Alaric’s voice dropped, cold and sharp. "I can make you suffer for bothering her. You get that?" His tone was mocking enough to make Liam shiver. "She’s my friend. Who the hell are you to interfere? Let go of me, I was just talking to her!" Liam thrashed harder, but Alaric yanked him closer. "Trust me. You really don’t want to know who I am," Alaric said, still mocking him. His Alpha aura leaked out before he could stop it, filling the air and hitting Liam with a fear no human could understand.

she blurte "A man does not choose his companions in the black cells," the handsome one with the red-and-white hair said. Something about the way he talked reminded her of Syrio; it was the same, yet different too. "These two, they have no courtesy. A man must ask forgiveness. You are called Arry, is that not so "Lumpyhead," said the noseless one . "Lumpyhead Lumpyface Stickboy. Have a care, Lorath, he'll hit you with his stick

If Charlotte is these guys’ Alpha, then her parents must have been the Alpha and the Luna, which means that she has been a wolf all her life and she had no fucking idea that the species existed. “I remember seeing him, but-but he never showed us his face. He always covered it with a black cloth and wore a turban on his head.” Nicholas answers. Theo scoffs in disbelief. “You are saying that you have never seen your Alpha’s face and we are to believe it?” “Y-yeah. What will I gain from lying? We were all young, but we know that he didn’t live with us. He visited us frequently but he never revealed his face. He-he exuded the same aura as her.”

The crowd parts like waves as Alaric stands from the great stone seat at the center of the clearing, his cloak trailing behind him like a shadow of the moonlight. My heart gives a traitorous beat when I see him. Tonight, he looks every inch the Alpha Supreme. Midnight-black ceremonial vest secured by a silver clasp in the form of a fang. His hair is swept back, but some strands have fallen forward, curving around the edge of his sharp jaw. Black ink encircling his forearm peeks out from his sleeve, the sacred branding of his bloodline and burden. He doesn’t need to raise his voice to command attention. Everyone eagerly looks up to him.

The horror in my chest tightened, but I couldn’t look away from the altar. Atop the altar was a human skull, its surface marked with strange, precise letters. They formed a perfect square shape on the top of the skull, a palindromic Sator square. The letters were deeply etched into the bones, forming the Latin phrase Sator Arepo Tenet Opera Rotas. I stared at it, horror filling my veins. Nowhere in the books I had read did it mention anything like this during a summoning exam. My heart constricted with the terrifying weight of my mistake.

Slowly the cover was lifted, my eyes were fixed, and so I anticipated the faces reveal. They paused "Alpha Herveaux" he pronounced. They called me up to make the face reveal.

Because just behind the woman, barely in frame, small enough that Vale clearly never noticed them when he grabbed the envelope off the courier drop, three children move together across the same crosswalk, one dark haired boy with his hand fisted protectively in a younger girl's sleeve, and Cassian's chest goes tight enough that he has to remind himself, consciously, to breathe. "Who sent this." His voice comes out rough, barely above a whisper, eyes locked on the photograph like it might change if he stares hard enough. Vale shakes his head, rainwater still dripping from his jaw onto the stone floor. "No name, Alpha. Just the photo, and one line written on the back." He turns the envelope ov

I walk out of the room down the hall, Arlo and James walking out of their rooms. "Morning Xavier" James says as he walks up to me Arlo behind him staring at my neck grinning like an idiot. "Morning, Arlo if you don't knock that stupid grin off, I'm going to hit you," I say glaring at him, though it didn't take long for me to smile. Arlo walks up to me hitting my back. "Congratulations Alpha" he says mockingly just to piss me off. "No wonder why, your aura feels stronger." James says laughing. "Where is our fearless Luna?"