Alphabet Lore R34 Novels & Stories

He usually brought out the Legendary staff of the first Alpha on that day too, and has always referred to the Grimoire as 'The sacred scrolls of our Foundation' "Sacred Scrolls of our foundation," Rhiannon murmured to herself, still deep in thought. And then, it clicked. The date, first Alpha, they weren't just random numbers and letters. Sucking in a deep breath, she began punching in the sequences, her heart in her throat. She typed in the date, followed by the First Alpha's name. Her breath caught as she typed in the final digit, and silence ensued for a few seconds...those moments deciding her fate.

For a heartbeat, I was pressed against him, chest to chest, and breath mingling with heat and smoke. When the light faded, a new carving burned across the stone, an ancient crest, half-moon entwined with flame. Riven’s voice broke the silence. “Well,” he drawled, “that looks like a mating sigil if I’ve ever seen one.” “Riven,” Kyren growled. “Just saying,” he said, smirking. “Alpha’s mark and the Star’s seal? Bit romantic for ruins, don’t you think?” I pulled back, heart hammering. “It’s just magic.”

I could feel my wolf wanting to rip him apart, I knew if I did, it would cause bigger problems. "Alpha Draven, we do not need a show from you. While your mate may be pretty and a good fuck, we are only interested in the real she-wolf who has real abilities. Anyway, with her history of being a whore, it's probably best for you to keep her under lock and key, maybe back in your prison would be good?" Alpha Ariston smiled evilly, before looking at Aura and licking his lips. "When you tire of her, perhaps I would be interested in taking a turn," he sneered.

Once there he ushered us inside and asked us what the problem was. " well you see while Arlo and I were on a run I realized that his speed matched mine and I saw that he had the same moon crescent mark on his forehead that I have. That mark is only for alpha kings so I'm not sure what's going on." Jacob explained and dr. Carlyle nodded his head and took up a book while going through the pages.

Alaric said. “Lilith.” “The Mother of Demons?” Amethyst and Alpha Ford said at the same time. These war room meetings didn’t include all the other Alphas, but Alpha Ford and Amethyst were the experts on lore and history. If Amethyst was there, so was Ford. They looked at each other with wide eyes full of fear. Usually, when they had one of these moments—where they would say the same thing simultaneously, brainstorming, remembering lore and history—they would look at each other, smile, and kiss. It was adorable. This was on the disturbing side.

It was at least tame for her. Getting to the ball first was one of the requirements of being future Alpha, sitting with Shanaya and Benson was reason enough for me to get a drink. After an hour of me being here I start to get a weird feeling and then a huge rush goes through me, In my head my wolf Edon was saying "Mate, out mate is here." I start looking around and there through the crowd of people I see Aurora and straight away I know it is her, she is out mate. I walk to her.

“Yeah? Um, I’m sorry for—” “Shut up and listen,” Arik snapped. “The original magic amplified his alpha instincts. So yes, that could’ve made him want to mate you, and—I said shut the fuck up and listen!” I closed my mouth. “That magic caused him to want to claim you, but my spell negated the effects of the original magic,” he went on, almost insultingly slowly. “All I did was make his own innate magic respond to you as if you were already mated. He knows you’re not mated, or he wouldn’t want to mate you. And there’s nothing making him want to mate you except if he actually wants to mate you. Are we clear? Anything else?”

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 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. The rest of them kept calm studying Alora.

Still shaking. “Speak,” he said. “I misspoke,” Lyra said. Her voice trembled. “The branding. The pain. I’m not well.” Draven tilted his head. He looked at Elder Moira. “High Priestess. Did the Hollow Pack make a deal with a witch?” Elder Moira’s mouth opened. Closed. “Alpha Draven, I—” “The brand,” Draven said, pointing at me without looking. “It’s not standard Unmated. It’s blocked. Something is carved under it. Witch runes.”