Alphabet Lore Gacha Club Novels & Stories

I checked the time on my phone and realized it was a little past 11 pm. After what seemed like forever, I arrived at the gate. I paid the driver before walking up to the guards in the gate. “Greetings Luna.” They bowed, opening the gate for me. I raised a brow as I walked into the crowd. Oh, I get it… they also thought I was Alexia. It was no wonder they let me through without questions. I doubt if they knew I was the one, they would allow me to get in without permission from the Alpha. The place was decorated with different colors and bright lights. The design on the door was top-notch, and the guests all dressed sophisticated.

"I invited you here because there has been some changes made for you to inherit the Luna Queen title. There is only one way to claim that position." A knot formed in my stomach. "What way?" His eyes locked onto mine. "A Kael'Rhun." The unfamiliar word settled heavily between us. "What is that?" Levi did not hesitate. "It is an ancient challenge recognized by the Moon Goddess herself," he answered. "A death duel for the right to the Luna Queen title."

"This belongs to you now." I grab the shiny black token from his hand and let out a giant gasp. "This is... a Black Royal Token with my actual name carved on it?" Goddess above. I never thought I would see the words Zara Lovegrove Moonclaw engraved on the rarest metal token in the sacred dominion. The annual gold f*e to hold this token is totally insane. You have to spend a whole mountain of pack resources just to keep it. This is definitely not part of a broke, plus-size girl’s life.

"I paid for exclusive capture rights. The bounty is mine." "The bounty is whatever the cult decides it is." Malachar moved closer to the platform, studying Zack with clinical interest. "Alpha bloodlines are rare. This one will be useful for the ritual." "What ritual?" I demanded before I could stop myself. Malachar's heterochromatic gaze shifted to me, and his eyes widened. "Moon Goddess. You have her too? The Moonstone Luna?" He turned to Darius with something like greed. "Do you have any idea what you have captured?"

It sits on your chest until breathing becomes a decision instead of a reflex. I stood at the center of the Cross pack's ceremonial circle, wrapped in white I hadn't chosen, my hair braided the exact way Damien's mother believed a Luna's hair ought to be braided. Even my hands were folded the correct way, the dutiful way, because tonight had never truly belonged to me. It belonged to the pack, to tradition, to Lady Corinne's idea of what I was supposed to become.

Meg’s POV “What do you want- omega?” Chris spits out at me, his mouth twisting in a snarl. Chris is a gamma, and his power gets to his fathead sometimes. No, he isn’t overweight, he’s just stupid. Gammas are in line for beta-ship, so they hold power in their aura. Alpha, beta, gamma, delta, epsilon, zeta, and then omega, in that order. A luna rules by the alpha’s side.

“The bond between Alpha and Luna is not just love. It’s power shared through blood and spirit. During the Blood Moon, your connection will be your only weapon.” Mira began gathering materials from the shelves. “I’ll help her prepare.” Aldric walked toward a small altar at the back of the room and picked up a crystal that glowed faint blue. “Take this,” he said, handing it to Liora. “It will let you feel the pulse of the divine within him when the moon begins to rise. But use it only when necessary. Too much exposure and it will burn through your spirit.” Liora held the crystal tightly. “How much time do I have?”

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“The Golden Torc of Lirael is a legendary artifact from the mythical kingdom of Lirael, said to have been created by the ancient sorcerer-king, Aranthor, over a thousand years ago. Crafted from enchanted gold and adorned with gemstones, it is said to possess the power to bind the wearer’s soul to the land itself, granting immortality and control over natural elements.” The room buzzed with chatter and murmurs in response to what she had just shared. "Is that even a true story?" Isla wondered, her eyes fixed on the neckpiece. "Her opening bid is €365,000!" the auctioneer announced, excitement in her voice, and Isla's eyes widened in shock. "Three sixty-five?" she murmured, then glanced at Jax

Nya kept quiet, more frightful of what her father was about to say than the dragon himself. “As all of you know, every eligible youth between the ages of six and seventeen have had their names written on a scroll and dropped into this jar.” He gestured at the large clay pot, teh same one that had been used since the ritual began, over a hundred years ago. “While I take no pleasure in drawing and reading the name, I know that the youth that is selected, and the family who will lose a loved one tonight, understands the honor that is about to be bestowed upon them.”