Alphabet Lore Y Screaming Novels & Stories

The rhythmic singing voice noises became louder while we moved closer drawing deep shivers throughout my body. “Alpha Alora! Alpha Alora!” The repeated words spread throughout the hall building their tension at each repetition. The scene that met us inside the space took my words right out. Fists rose in the air as wolves from SilverClaw and Night Terrors came together to lead a loud and important chanting rite.

she cried desperately, thrashing beneath him. But Alaric only laughed—a dark, chilling sound that echoed through the room. “You think Aldus can stop me?” he whispered against her skin. “He’s nothing compared to what I am. He can’t control a monster like me.” And with that, his fangs sank into her mark. Livia screamed. Her cry echoed through every corner of the main house. Warriors froze mid-meal, fear rippling through the pack. None dared to move. None dared to interfere.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

I headed to take a shower while trying to remember anything about her, anything to locate her. As I closed my eyes under the water, my wolf Leo connected with me, saying, 'Mate!' I wasn’t very surprised; my happiness with her and that bond meant she was definitely my mate. But what now? Had I found my mate after years of searching, only to have her disappear in the morning? I, Alpha Dragon, needed my mate with me, even if she wasn’t Luna! I called Leo, asking, 'Who is our mate, Leo?' 'I don’t know her name, but I can smell her wolf, Aurora, and find her!' Leo answered.

The masked man's glamour spell was flawless, concealing his divine essence beneath the appearance of pure Lycan masculinity. "That Santino..." Alonso murmured into my ear, suspicion coloring his voice. "There's something about his scent that doesn't make sense. He smells like an ancient forest... but there's something else. Something that doesn't belong in this world. There's something about him I can't figure out." "He's just another Alpha, Alonso," I replied dismissively, although my heart was pounding. The starting signal exploded through the arena with the thunder of drums. Chaos erupted. The Chosen hurled themselves at one another in a spectacular display of raw strength that sent the c

Small and cracked, but there. Purple lilies. Of course Bailey’s emergency password sounded like something from a romantic spy novel she would absolutely pretend not to love. I texted back. Is this a real system or did she make it up? This time his response took several seconds. She made it up. It works. I could almost hear the exhausted resignation in his voice, and the image of Colton Blake, Alpha of the Grimfang pack, being forced to accept Bailey’s floral password system nearly undid me. Then another distant howl rolled through the dark, and the smile faded.

I scream, voice pained, slamming my palms on her table“Everything you gave me fails! It only gets worse! Alaric just left. didn’t even tell me where he’s going!” Linda sets her spoon down slow. Her face is cold. She wipes her hands on her apron. “Mind how you speak to me, girl,” she says, voice low, deadly calm. “I warned you. You chose black magic. You chose to chain the Supreme Alpha while his true mate breathes. I told you, the Moon Goddess don’t play games.” I lean over the table, eyes blazing. “Don’t feed me that bullshit!” I snarl, finger jabbing the air an inch from her nose. “Your potions, your creams, nothing works! You’re useless in this pack!”

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.

Music was blasting and she immediately ordered drinks for us. We moved on the groove of music even when we were just in our couch area. I don't really know how many glasses of alcoholic drinks I gulped because I felt dizzy just looking around. "Cheers!" Hailey screamed and we did instantly. "This is fun!" she was jumping non-stop and Aira did the same. "Are you okay?" Aira asked because I felt really dizzy. I felt someone pulled me from her and Hailey shouted right away. "Let her go!"

Chapter 15: Two Moons Entwined Chris read through the result slip a couple of times, thinking he had mistaken the word “Alpha” as “Omega”. Nevertheless, no matter how many times he read it, the word “Alpha” was clearly stated there. For whatever unknown reasons, Chris was not satisfied with the result and he was denying the fact Nathan was an Alpha. Before this, he was certain his best friend was an Alpha and he did not mind it. However, after talking to his mother and listening to her thoroughly, Nathan’s description fitted more to be an Omega rather than an Alpha. Nonetheless, a heavy-seed Omega — the rarest of the rare.