Alphabet Lore Z Crying Novels & Stories

He looked broken. I stepped closer, reaching out my hand. "Alaric, are you okay?" The moment my fingers touched his arm, the "soul-link" snapped back into place. It was like a dam breaking. A flood of images hit me. I saw a dark room. I saw a man in a black cloak pouring a potion into a cup. I saw a younger Alaric drinking it. It wasn't a family curse. It was a poison. Alaric’s eyes met mine. He looked terrified.

I looked up at him and let myself believe it, just for a breath. Damien Cross stood above me on the raised stone platform, moonlight carving hard lines down the side of his jaw, his eyes gone the color of amber caught too close to a flame. My mate. My Alpha. The same boy who used to press stolen honeycomb into my palm before pack politics taught him to measure every single word before it left his mouth. He wasn't measuring anything now. He wasn't saying anything at all, and the not-saying went on a beat too long.

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.

he sobbed heavily, "Forgive me! I know it's no excuse, but I didn't know what I was doing, little one. I promised never to hurt you and I did it in the worst way.” I froze in place. This wasn’t the Alex I knew. He wasn’t the mocking, sarcastic, or haughty Alex. This was an ashamed, hurt, broken man. Was there anything harder than seeing a man crying? This was the first time I'd experienced it, and to be honest, I didn't want it to happen again. Alex was crying because of me, because he had hurt me and his own pain was drowning him. I looked ahead, noticing Pierre and Mark were in shock.

"You killed my mother !!!!!“. Lena roared in rage her eyes a dark orange red a mixture of hatred and anger “ how dare you ' she spat you shall all pay for doing this she rose up with her hands in the air she casted her first spell “ sabtagos min paria” a storm like cloud formed around them understanding the spell and it’s significance Alice casted a spell at the nick if time

But feeling a certain kind of satisfaction in knowing that I brought someone into this world. I felt accomplished that I was able to deliver our pup into this world. Cirala. I played his name in my head over and over again like a broken record. Awed at the onrush of warm glow suffusing my body. Cirala. It spelled Alaric’s name in reverse, which means “circle of light.” Alaric’s head swooped down and gently kissed me on the lips. “Thank you.” Alaric’s eyes glowed when he locked eyes with mine. He was crying, too.

She withdrew her hand fearfully and I glared at Logan. "She's just a child. Let her look through them. It's not like we have had any luck." He ignored me and I picked a book and handed it to her. She opened it joyfully and looked over the page. "Miss Lorena? What is a 'Blood Eye Amulet'?" I was stunned. What did she say? I grabbed the book from her and looked at the words. Something was wrong. Everything was still written in gibberish. “Kaya?” I asked gently. “How did you read what was written here?”

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