Alphabet Lore R34 Novels & Stories

This was the problem of practicing magic as an alpha, which was why he always had to be in tip top shape to e able to accommodate the borrowed energy. With the last magic energy left, he conjured up the bottle he would be needing, which prompted a cough of blood out of his mouth, and made his way to the stream quickly. There were some omegas around, Therion could smell them, he could also smell the alphas too. They seemed to be engaging in more… interesting activities, he thought drily. He dunked to the bank of the river and peeked around. No one would be able to recognize him anyway due to the fact that they couldn’t even see him and to anyone who did, it would most likely look like he was

“I know literally nothing.” Loren sat back on my bed and crossed her legs like I used to in preschool. She clapped her hands together. “Okay. Werewolf 101 in fifteen minutes,” she said. “Basics are this: alphas have gold eyes. Betas, those second in line for the position of alpha, have purple eyes. Just like me!” I nodded. I was following. Loren continued.

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

"Hold on a second... how come you are well aware of what is going on down there?" "I need to get your name first before I tell you that," he said, smirking at me. "My name is Lorenzo and I am the strongest Alpha here." "My name is Atlas, a former Alpha who was kicked out of my pack because I could not control my damn power. That is why the Moon Goddess ordered me to be cast out. Then my loyal followers followed me and they became my extended family." "I see... I know it's so damn hard to believe but I am well aware of that simply because this is my territory and I can effortlessly recognize everyone scent- including Rhea."

Finn said. “What’s a fucking Aleph?” Henrik wrinkled his nose. “The Madonie Alpha André D’Amore is gay. His mate Darren Delaney, formerly of Bloodmoon, uses the title Aleph since he’s not a Luna.” Clarence explained, pinching the bridge of his nose. “D’Amore? Why does that name sound familiar?” I frowned in thought. “The Mad Alpha of Incubi. That ring a bell?” Finn folded his arms. “Oh, right. So, it’s his Beta coming?” I nodded.

Faye stammered trying to search for the right words to say. “Cat cut your tongue?!.” Alora asked. Zemia smirked and pulled her close when he saw Faye's eyes darkened. “You have an Alpha aura! What are you, a Lycan ?!.” Zemias's brother said. “I am Alora and for what I am I would rather keep that to myself!.” Alora replied and leaned on Zemia. “Well, I am Loki!.” He said. “Nice to meet you!.” Alora replied.

He turned and stared in concern at the petite figure before him. "Well that sounds… so horrifying," She said laughing nervously. Alex wasn't concerned about the information derived from the news but was more concerned about her. He leaned forward to drop the remote but paused as he stared at her pleading. Instead, she pretended not to see it. He dropped his arms on his knees making the loose T-shirt he wore reveal the abs underneath. "This wolf man is starting to get a reputation from it. " He said as he leaned against the sofa, watching her every move. " And I am afraid he is more than a treat to the people,"

"To the naked eye, it looks like natural internal inclusions—random, chaotic. But when aligned correctly and hit with light, those patterns converge into a letter." She tapped the board lightly. "Each piece forms AL—Aureline Luminary." A ripple of amazement passed through the lobby. One of the older clients stepped forward, eyes shining. "Can I… try mine?" Seraphina gestured. "Please." The client placed her ring into the holder, adjusted it slightly, and turned on the light. After a few rotations— "AL," someone whispered again. Gasps followed. "That's incredible…" "So that's how they authenticate…"

“This I made myself.” Alex looked at where she was pointing. He held the scarf’s end closer to the fire. Sewn into the silk-like material was an image of Delmar’s symbol of the Ravennites, the same which Rowan bore on her left arm; the stone sword and the hatchet crossed in an X-shape, and the green arch underlapping them both. Just below the symbol, Alex was able to make out a single word written in the tongue of the Ravennites that read, “Arrun.” Alex had learned enough of their speech to know exactly what it said: “Honor.”