Alphabet Lore Z Crying Novels & Stories

"Nothing about this family is simple.” Zaden's father shifted slightly in his seat. I hadn’t even noticed the chair earlier. It appeared carved into the structure of the room itself, as though whoever designed this place intended everything to remain hidden. Stepping closer, Arito extended his hand toward me. I looked briefly at Alpha Dreadlock, and he gave a single placid nod. Reluctantly, I placed my hand in Arito’s, and he guided me toward what resembled an altar near the far side of the chamber. A silver chalice rested upon a wooden platform just beneath the steps.

Alyssa holds hands and begins to sick soulfully: “When the heart is frozen, and your tears flow like the waterfalls in Alparo, when all seems lost and peace is yonder, oh! Daughter of the Ancient Alparo. Lift your hands to the sky, let your eyes glow, let your hands lead you to where the relief comes and power excels”. The entire room became windy, like a tornado. The books on the shelves begin to fall because the whole room is vibrating like an earthquake is about to happen.

he cried with a shriek that made things tremble with its power! And their hearts also shook. His voice was very deep and changing, and this indicates one thing His union with his wolves, that is why his cry came out with such strength and anger! His eyes were dark blue with some redness and black threads And all his veins that surround his hands and neck have turned black "Arius" He walked toward his girlfriend, leaned in front of her, gently stroked her hair, against his terrifying appearance She lowered her hands, staring at him with red eyes from crying

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.

ARIA “Do you know the Greek alphabet?” He tensed. “I don’t think so…” He murmured scratching his head. “Well, you use it every day. It starts with the letter ‘Αα’ I wrote it in my notebook, and goes like this… ‘Ββ, Γγ, Δδ, Εε, Ζζ, Ηη, Θθ, … Ωω’. I stopped writing when I finished all 24 letters. You’re using their alphabet for your ranks. Now, the Alpha, it’s you. Next is the Beta (Ββ). It is pronounced Veta with a v, not a b. Like saying, vet. Then Gamma (Γγ) is pronounced yamma with y, not g, like when you say yellow. Then delta is like th in the word then, not a d. Epsilon is easy. Zeta, Eta, Theta like the th in thorn. I’ll skip the rest ‘cause I don’t need them, and I’ll go to the end. T

|| Lilac’s POV || Alaric walked around the desk and stopped before an old chest. The ancient chest creaked as he opened it, releasing the scent of dried herbs and old blood. Sunlight streamed through the study windows, illuminating a haunting illustration: a beautiful witch with emerald eyes and silver hair, her hands raised over a kneeling Alpha whose veins blackened where her magic touched him.

A single, new leaf, the color of a crimson rose, unfurled on a low-hanging branch. Alaric let out a shuddering breath. “She is safe. Now, the next. His name was Kael.” And so it went. Hour after hour, day after day. Alaric would speak a name, and a life would flash before Lyra’s eyes. A brave guard who secretly helped children escape the Creche. A musician who played forbidden songs. A scientist who tried to find a cure for the Grey Sorrow. A little boy who just wanted to see the sky.

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.

He looks back at me with eyes full of panic. "Go on, Darling," I say. "Just touch it." He places a pale, trembling hand on the crystal. The pillar glows a soft pink, then shifts to a vibrant, verdant green. A robotic voice booms through the entire facility: [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: ARLO NAPKI. RESULT: 80% NARCISSUS (THE GOD OF VANITY). 20% ASCLEPIUS (THE GOD OF MEDICINE). ALIGNMENT: LAWFUL GOOD.]

I glance around the bar as I sip on it, Carly sidling up beside me. “Mister sexy is here,” she whispers, looking over toward the table in the corner where the alphas always post up. I roll my eyes. “Mister sexy?” Carly giggles. “Well yeah, he… oh crap, he’s looking over here!” She brings a hand up beside her face, blocking her view. I glance over to Theo’s table and sure enough, I’m met with those intense hazel eyes staring from underneath a furrowed brow. “Is he still looking?” Carly hisses.