Alphabet Lore R34 Novels & Stories

GAVRAEL ~ “Thank you for delivering yourself to me. From what I’ve been told, the mate to the white wolf is the Alpha. I can’t wait to have you strapped down next to her. I finally have something to take me to the highest levels of prestige in the scientific world. Imagine all I could do with your DNA, my name will be in the history books. I will be able to replicate whatever makes you all so special and make an army of your kind from humans, give people powers at will. I will become a goddess on earth, nations all over the world will seek my work, and no one will ever call me weak again.”

His mouth pressed to the back of my neck, his breath brushing over my skin and straight into my soul. His fingers laced with mine over the sheet as he slowed his thrusts and waited for me. For my answer. “I accept you as my mate, my sexy, grumpy, loyal Alpha. Until my last breath, I want to be your accomplice in every madness, in every happy or sad moment. My heart has always been yours, Alpha Lorenzo.” I felt the bond of fate weave through our souls, tying our wolves and our lives together forever. Once again, Lorenzo made love to me on that bed by a dreamlike sea.

I knew this had to be killing her inside. “Don’t let this small display of obedience fool you my friends, I can assure you that there is still a defiant fire still roaring deep inside,” Alexander knelt down beside Tel’annas and buried his nose in her hair. “Now for some fun. As part of the process we make sure to test out the goods, we certainly don’t want to give you sub par products. The lords of Salem pride ourselves on the quality of our merchandise.” The fucking asshole was talking as if she was nothing but an object to be tossed aside when you’d had enough. I watched as he gave control over to Blaze, who had begun to unbuckle his belt.

Alpha Loren: "I think of myself a gentleman. My power, my strength and my action are all driven by one thing- the instinct to protect the things I hold dear. But heed this: if you choose to stand in my way, you will see nothing gentle. Only everlasting suffering and anguish far beyond your comprehension." -Alpha Leonardo Loren I hope you enjoy and happy reading. Love, Elle

he said softly. “Let’s just leave it all in the past,” I said. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. Let’s have a fresh start,” I suggested, moving away from his embrace. “Hi,” I started off. “My name is Hera. I’m 18 years old, and I love the color green. Not like grass, but like your eyes,” I said cheekily, offering my hand. He scoffed but smiled nonetheless. “Hi. I’m Arlo, 22 years old. I’m the Alpha of the Blood Shadow pack, and my favorite color used to be gray, but now, red is growing on me.”

Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts Smoke on the summon of spirits you choose Black coffins when endowed are buried down Happiness when the lost returns No forbearance for the illicit affairs Lapis Patera when the pure blades rise Nigros for slaughter of the demonic souls Taç for the pure and just reign.

Interesting. “It’s true. That was pretty awesome,” Rory replied, looking at me with a goofy grin. I narrowed my eyes at him as I took a sip of beer. What was he up to? “What about you, Soph? Do you think Rider will be a good alpha when he takes over the title in a few weeks?” Rory asked, his head tilted to the side as he waited for an answer. “Of course I do. He’s strong, smart, loyal, and caring, all characteristics of a good leader,” I blurted out and immediately covered my mouth with my hand.

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.

My fingers shook as I wrote the next entry in my secret scent ledger. ENTRY 04 Victim: Joren Contact: None known. Aura trail: Present (8 hours) Marker: Moonvine root confirmed Theory: Scent curse replicating. Ritual designed not to mask, but to override territory-level mating instincts. Possibly tied to mate-claim throne politics. Dangerous. A knock startled me. I slammed the book shut and shoved it beneath the washbasin. “Apologies,” said a deep voice. “Healer Ayla?” I turned. Two armored wolves stood in the doorway. Royal insignias on their shoulders, black leather, and golden chains. Guards.