Alphabet Lore Y Screaming Novels & Stories

If he didn’t fuck his stepsister and make me think whatever this was, was for only as long as he couldn’t get in my pants. “Ahh…I heard you were bringing your luna.” A smooth voice with a heavy accent interrupted my musings. Alpha Lorenzo was almost as tall as Gabe. But he was more lanky, possessed a build not nearly as muscular as my mate’s. His slicked back long hair exposed piercings running up both ears. When he extended a hand to greet me, I noticed a tattoo of a lion on his forearm. Gabe had told me he was known as the lion of Andalusia. It was a nickname. When I’d asked Gabe if he had a nickname, he’d merely smirked and looked away briefly before continuing to talk about Alpha Lorenzo

(Help) With the Lycger poised to unleash chaos upon the grand hall and its Alphas, Alaric surveyed the quivering assembly, his voice resonating like thunder. "My mate is in danger. His call beckons me; I must heed!" His proclamation, thunderous and commanding, reverberated throughout the hall, carrying an ominous weight as though echoing from the depths of the underworld itself. "This gathering is now adjourned!"

His scream cracked halfway through, high-pitched and panicked, and I swear I heard Alaric nearly choke from laughing. When the ride finally screeched to a halt, my legs wobbled so badly I thought I’d collapse, “Never. Again.” I staggered off, clutching my chest. Neveah, on the other hand, was glowing, “Again, again, again! Please!” “See?” Alaric grinned, scooping her up, “That’s my brave girl.” “You screamed too, daddy.” She accused, poking his cheek. Alaric gasped in mock outrage, “I did not!”

I ran back to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of malt vinegar and a handful of dried lavender, and ran back, tossing them around the foyer like a priest performing an exorcism. Inside the bathroom, the sounds had reached a crescendo. It sounded like a wet landslide. "I'm dying!" Alaric bellowed. "Evelyn! Call a... SQUIRRRT... call a priest! And a plumber! Mostly a plumber!" "You aren't dying, Alaric," Evelyn called out, her voice dripping with a mix of pity and I-can't-believe-I-almost-married-this. "You just have... a very active stomach." "It's not active!" Alaric screamed. "It's... BRAAAAAP... it's angry! It's vengeful!"

Consequences be damned. ROAAAAAR. The sound ripped through the night air like a physical shockwave. It wasn't a drum. It wasn't a firework. It was a scream of such shattered agony that it made the ground vibrate. "ELTONIA!" Kael and Lyra froze. They sprang apart, eyes wide. "The Alpha," Kael gasped, his blood running cold. "That was Oreon," Lyra whispered as her face drained of color. "That was... that was the sound of someone dying."

Her eyes rolled white. “No—Astrid, stay with me!” She didn’t hear me. Or she couldn’t. Her lips parted again: “H-he’s… he’s inside…” And then she screamed. Not a mortal scream. Not human. Not wolf. A sound layered with something older than either, something that made the trees bend inward, and the ground tremble with memory. Lucian smiled faintly. “The Anchor Scream. The First Luna made it too, the night she sealed Him. Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Prince Ludiciel shouted. Alaric rose into the air, his eyes glowing a faint blue as he raised his hands, summoning a hurricane which he blasted towards the skeletons and soldiers.

Leo’s tiny, white-knuckled fist was clamped around a jagged splinter of the Moonstone—a piece he must have broken off during their desperate anchoring ritual. The violet glow emanating from between his fingers was rhythmic, pulsing like a feverish heartbeat. It cast distorted, monstrous shadows against the silk wallpaper. "I’m not a baby, Mommy! I saw you fall! I saw the Alpha bleeding!" Leo’s voice was a ragged, subsonic growl, far too deep for a four-year-old. His sapphire eyes were drowning in swirling gold static. "I’m not letting them take the fire away! I’m going to be the one who bites back!"