Alphabet Lore Y Screaming Novels & Stories

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.

The very air distorted around her, warping under the weight of her power. "Alpha of Nightshades," she crooned, extending a clawed hand. "How kind of you to deliver yourself to me." Alaric didn't waste words. He lunged. Agatha flicked her wrist. The ground beneath him erupted in a spiral of black thorns. They coiled around his legs, tearing through fur and flesh alike. Alaric roared, but didn't stop— couldn't stop— not with Aurora's scent threading through the carnage.

Unless he wished to die, he won’t move a bit. “Think… Think… Think…” muttered Yo. “Use this.” It was Liza, she handed him a perfume, and it was a vanilla scent perfume. Liza motioned for him to spray it on him. Though he do not understand what is happening he did spray the perfume. Hary stop immediately. He turn around and look at Yo, then before realization hits him completely a thundering shout roared over the place. It was the voice of the Alpha. Yo trembled, Alphas voice can make every wolf feel fear.

Piercing screams rang out of cash grown men tumbled to the grown in agony “ oh least I forget, the slim has its little side effect you shall feel a slight burn nothing your warriors can’t handle right general “ Lena spoke in mockery … a warrior charged at Lena but was held back by others “we need you, yes there was no denying the fact that your expertise has done us good so far but do not think for a moment that I will not rip of your throat if you pull a stunt like this, now make haste for the day is about to darken and the if that creature was like anything we where going to face in darkness I’ll rather be at a good place to camp ,” Alice spoke in warning

He is so loyal Leah sees me too and her eyes widen as she spots the glint of metal partially concealed in my clothes. She immediately reads me like no one else can and she gets into action immediately as if a drama board has been slammed with a call that says, “action!” "Oh my precious moon goddess!" Leah suddenly screams, pointing at Alora. "She is having a seizure!"

His face is covered by black Iru with a slight of silver Iru that form a pattern like an eerie smiley face. “The Sword of Scum: Azatoth!”Alfi screams swinging that eerie sword of his to Leak. “You are just a natural moron! You blasphemous Starless! You are just a Starless! You have no place to say such a thing before my presence!” The black aura is gathering in Leak’s right hand, and he jabs Alfi’s body really hard. All of his minions are flying to Alfi with Wedhung and Tiak in their hands ready to cut his body. They are passing through his body that his body burst into a thick black smoke in the sky.

The Sound Wave of Killing Arc had lost its supposed effect. “Ah! Alex, I can’t hold it anymore. Hurry up and run!” yelled Luna as she saw the legion of skeletons rushing madly over to her. She grabbed her Sky-Devil Zither and went to pull Alex.

Not pristine—centuries of dust couldn’t be erased—but free of any trace of the battle. The altar remained untouched. He couldn’t destroy it even if he wanted to. Its stone was older than any magic he could conjure. But the inscriptions remained. And that was a problem. Not for Soren. For the Lycán King. Because when Alaric descended into that basement—and he would—he would find an altar in the Dark Tongue that no one around him could fully read. Except, perhaps, his omega who “fainted from fear” with suspicious frequency.

I pulled my lip into my mouth, chewing it as I thought. Bryson knew the Grandmoon Alpha? He must be even higher up in the pack than I had thought if he had those sort of connections. And what was this Alpha like if even the pack members were scared to displease him? "Come on," Bryson pushed. "It can't be that bad…or is it? Are you wanting to murder-" "No!" I stopped him before he could carry on. "No, nothing like that." "Then just tell me." I stared into his eyes, and without realizing I had made a decision, the answer came spilling from my mouth.

Every clink of silverware grates on my nerves, and I can feel the weight of their gazes, dissecting every breath I take. Then it happens. I take a bite of the food placed before me, something that looks like stew but tastes like poison. A bitterness coats my tongue instantly, so vile it curls my stomach. My throat seizes, and I nearly gag, barely managing to spit it into my napkin. Laughter explodes down the table, echoing like thunder. I lift my eyes slowly, meeting the satisfied smirk of the Alpha’s eldest daughter, Linda. She leans forward, her voice as syrupy as it is venomous. “Something wrong, dear stepmother?”