Alphabet Lore Y Screaming Novels & Stories

Her jaw clenched, her wolf snarling beneath her skin, irritated, pacing. Liora smirked like the venomous bitch she was and mind-linked Alaric instantly, her voice laced with suspicion. Did you tamper with Scarlet’s work? Don’t lie to me, Alaric. Alaric’s response was cold, effortless, almost bored. "I had no time for that shit," he said through the mind-link. Think whatever you want. But Liora’s narrowed eyes said she didn’t believe him. Suddenly a scream ripped through the hallway.

I asked which had him snarling from the insult. " I was the alpha of the green bay pack. You came and demoted me of my rightful place which wasn't your right to interfere! Now I am here to take over your land which will be rightfully mine!" I laughed at how ridiculous he looked. Arlo's brothers started laughing as well and Damon waved at me to go on and work my magic so I did. I closed my eyes and held my hands in the air, changing the sunny day to a stormy one that fits my mood perfectly. The wind started picking up as well as the lighting. Midnight took over and the blackness of my eyes had everyone backing away in fear. I started elevating, while lightning bolts were coming from my fisted

Alpha Loren: "I think of myself a gentleman. My power, my strength and my action are all driven by one thing- the instinct to protect the things I hold dear. But heed this: if you choose to stand in my way, you will see nothing gentle. Only everlasting suffering and anguish far beyond your comprehension." -Alpha Leonardo Loren I hope you enjoy and happy reading. Love, Elle

Lorenzo stood there, liquid dripping from his chin, his dark eyes closed for a second. "You Dirty Alpha!" I shouted, not caring who was watching. "You think I don't recognize you? I didn't see your face clearly that night, but your Ugly Scent is the same!" I pointed a finger at his chest. "I knew you are the one... the Stinky Doctor!" Lorenzo opened his eyes. They were pitch black. He wiped the alcohol from his face slowly, looking like a demon waking up. "What?" Lorenzo asked, his voice dangerously low. "Stinky?"

She tried to will her eyes to remain above Lorenzo’s waistline, but they betrayed her and stared in amazement as they acknowledged his bulge. “He’s definitely an Alpha,” the dirty part of her mind, also known as Maeve, said. Arla’s cheeks turned red, even though she knew he couldn’t hear Maeve, thankfully. Arla’s last words registered late in Lorenzo’s brain. “Wait. Why did you need to mind-link Lewis?” he asked with urgency.

I screamed. Roderick’s grin widened. “Do you like it? He screamed, Luna. Screamed your name when I took it from him. Do you want to hear it? I can mimic his voice for you. ‘Aurelia! Aurelia!’” He laughed, the sound bouncing off the dungeon walls like nails against stone. Lilith, my wolf, howled in my chest. Something inside me snapped, a feral roar tearing from my throat. Power erupted from me in a blinding surge of white light. The floor shook, cracks spreading across the walls as the dungeon quaked beneath my fury.

He’s ruthless, relentless, tearing through her defenses like they’re nothing more than paper. Seraphine’s lips tremble, but she stays silent. Creed’s claws dig deeper, and then his eyes start to glow, a deep, menacing gold that sends a chill through the room. This is the Alpha Sight of a hybrid; the Sight of the son of a Wolf God. After what feels like an eternity, Creed finally let go, pulling his claws free from her neck. Seraphine collapses to the floor, gasping for breath, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the Alpha Sight. She looks up at Creed, her eyes wide with terror.

And now, standing before my Alpha, I realized the real danger wasn’t just the rogues outside our borders; it was the fire I carried inside—and the boy who had lit it. “Have you been playing with grizzlies, Alora? You smell like a bear!” Alpha said, and I froze. Oh my Goddess—can he smell Blaise on me? His nostrils flared once, twice, and he gave a small, private grunt that made my skin go cold. Lycans smelled everything. It was one of those embarrassments I couldn’t hide. “Where were you?” he asked, not unkindly, but there was steel under the question.

I hit send, my heart thudding against my ribs. Almost instantly, the screen lit up. Damon: Do you? I blinked. Aria: Do I what? Damon: Wish I was holding you tonight? My thumbs hovered over the screen. And then I typed, without hesitation— Aria: Yes!!! Sleep refused to come. I tossed and turned under the blanket, my skin too warm, my thoughts too loud. The pendant lay on my nightstand, still glowing faintly like a soft heartbeat in the dark. Every time I closed my eyes, the dreams came rushing back—forests burning, silver eyes watching me from the shadows, flames licking at my fingertips like they knew me.