Alphabet Lore Z Crying Novels & Stories

"You haven't been shown the joy of the written word?" "No," Zinjo's one-word response summed up how he felt, indifferent, "Kianzangi has no alphabet just pictures..." "Hieroglyphs?" "Can we please get back to the matter at hand," Aurelia growled loud enough the men thought twice about speaking again? She scanned the page, "Crystal made with sand of the void, runes of the ancient Lemurians, tears of a divine creature?"

Joy whisper-squealed when her mate suddenly lifted her in his arms too. “Celebrating,” Lex replied. “Alone …. ” He naughtily grinned and Alpha Zoe was left shaking her head, saying, “Kids these days.” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

I won’t be able to be the mom Grace needs me to be. “Why are you crying, Almara?” Roman asks. “I said I got it.” He exclaims with the joy of a child. He seems to have no doubt that it might be too late. Then I remember it’s because he’s never been told ‘no’ before. All the ingredients are gathered. Spit from the councilmen, garlic cloves, quartz dust, even blood from Noah sits in a small glass jar that must’ve been delivered during the time we we’re gone.

Finn said. “What’s a fucking Aleph?” Henrik wrinkled his nose. “The Madonie Alpha André D’Amore is gay. His mate Darren Delaney, formerly of Bloodmoon, uses the title Aleph since he’s not a Luna.” Clarence explained, pinching the bridge of his nose. “D’Amore? Why does that name sound familiar?” I frowned in thought. “The Mad Alpha of Incubi. That ring a bell?” Finn folded his arms. “Oh, right. So, it’s his Beta coming?” I nodded.

Even though it was clear that Elislah was the one who looked like she had been crying. "You know, as an Alpha who is given a blessing by God, when that Alpha is sad, the other Alphas will also be sad, and when they are crying, the other Alphas will also feel the same cry, that's what happened to me and also several Another friend right now, we are suddenly crying but we don't know what we are crying about, we are suddenly sad but we also don't know what we are sad about. Of course this is really very confusing for us, and I'm sure our friends will definitely ask a lot of questions and they will definitely think what is going on that they can cry like that, but I chose to remain silent and no

He wasn't saying anything at all, and the not-saying went on a beat too long. "Damien." I kept my voice soft, the way I always had for him, just for him. "It's time." Something crossed behind his eyes. Not love. Not even hesitation, which might have hurt less. Guilt. I understood half a second before his mouth opened, and understanding did nothing at all to soften what came next. "I, Alpha Damien Cross," he said, and his voice didn't shake, didn't crack, didn't do a single thing a voice should do in the act of destroying someone, "reject Dara Adeyemi as my Luna and my mate."

Williams sighed and nodded, knowing there wasn't much he could do. Williams stood with humiliation radiating off him in waves. "Follow me." He lead them to the far bookshelf where he typed in a code and a door appeared. The walkway lead them to a small room that contained family jewels that have been passed down from generation to generation. There in a glass case sat the old leather book. The word Alpha was scribed on the front cover in cursive, giving it an olden feel.

My forehead presses against the wet tiles as my hand movements quicken. Ah- yes. Sweet release. I collapsed against the wet tiles and spilt my juices out, tears flowing down my eyes. Logan turns his head, shaking it. He thinks he is too full of class to stoop so low as to please himself- not that he could but he never misses the opportunity to tell me this. The wolf- an animal who moves on instinct to maul everything to death is lecturing me, on class.

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