Alphabet Lore R34 Novels & Stories

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.

Valerian explained. I took his word for it and tried to relax. I looked around the large hall filled with people dressed in flashy clothing. Several torches circled it spreading the light of the flames. Everything seemed to have a touch of gold. Food was served on several tables, and some maids carried about drinks and snacks on trays. Three more kingdoms were announced after ours. I caught Valerian staring at one of the princesses of RavenCrest as she walked the aisle. Judging by the smile she rendered when their eyes met, they must have something going.

Matt’s eyes smolder icy blue luminescence making it looks like the polar lights, while Emma’s eyes emit red gleam and I’m amused to see her eyes look like flames. Their marks glow currant red at the same time. It is Alaric’s power color. Φύλαξ is on Matt’s chest. While βοηθός is Emma’s mark on her right shoulder. I smile as I’ve confirmed that Alaric is the one who designated their position. I missed my siblings so much. I feel lonely in this mansion that much. But now, I know from now on, I will never be alone. ******

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"

“Every part of it.” A dangerous smile spread across Alaric’s face. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you every craving, every luxury, every throne you deserve. I’ll give you the pack. I’ll make you Alpha. I’ll drag you higher than that bitch Scarlet ever dreamed of climbing.” Liora’s lips curved into a wicked smirk. That was the sound she loved...the sound of ambition bleeding into obsession. They stepped apart when footsteps echoed nearby. Masks slid back into place effortlessly. Liora straightened her blazer like a queen adjusting armor.

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

“I knew what Starend would take from you.” “You gave me a choice,” Liora whispered. “That’s all I ever wanted.” They sat in silence. Until Altheya broke it. “There’s one last thing you haven’t seen. One last gift from Aria. Hidden inside me.” Liora turned. “What gift?” Altheya reached into her robes and drew a small crystal vial, sealed with three runes and glowing gold-blue. “She poured her final song into this,” Altheya said. “Not a weapon. Not a memory.”

"Your mother is well, she's sorry she couldn't make it, but she was busy with your coming home/birthday party, she can't wait for you to find your mate" That's when the most delicious smell of all hits me, it was intoxicating, and it called to me, old strong rum and lavender, it was an odd combination manly yet soft, I turned my head looking for it thinking maybe it was one of the alphas or betas sister but my eyes went straight to the eyes of Adam Lamont, one of the young alphas also leaving the camp, and I shivered, he gave nothing away he was just biting his thin lips, and staring at me with those big brown eyes that's when I heard the growl in my head

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.

Keiran continued. “We have the usual pack dynamic,” Ryder said. “Alpha, Beta, Delta, omega, and so forth. But where most packs see omega’s as a burden, we cherish and protect them.” “Blue says that I qualify as an omega because I’m human.” “And you think because you’re human you’re too weak and unworthy of us,” Axel muttered. I glared at him. Axel smiled. “To get back to our earlier conversation, I don’t think you’re weak. I have no problem with you being human.”