Alphabet Lore Z Crying Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, it's impossible to catch that crazy overpowered alpha. Zinnia howled sorrowfully and fell, her ears drooping from being unable to catch her mate. She whimpered and buried her face in the dirt. “Alaric, you're mean," she cried through our connected mind link. I snickered. “Don't mock me! He's really fast! I tried! Why can't I catch you?!” oh wow, she's going to cry for real. Drix laughed. “Sorry princess, we'll go slower. Try again?”

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

Crimson Stone Pack Leira, a loyal fighter, rushed into Luna Alicia’s room, her face filled with worry. Luna Alicia stood up from her seat. With hesitation, Leira handed her a letter wrapped in a black cloth. “This came from Prince Zeke.” As Luna Alicia read the letter, tears filled her eyes. “A war…” she whispered. “After a drought.” She stumbled, overwhelmed by the news, but Leira quickly helped her back to the chair. Following Luna Alicia's command, Leira took the letter and set it on fire with a match.

The sky burned with the blood-red hue of a coming war. Luna stood on the cliff’s edge, the wind tangling through her silver-streaked hair, her gown billowing around her like smoke from a wildfire. Below her, the valley groaned with the restlessness of warriors preparing for what would be the final clash of bloodlines. The Trial of Flesh and Fire had left Kael marked in ways only she could understand. His back bore the emblem of the ancients now, the mark of the true Alpha. But it was her soul that was aflame.

Faye stammered trying to search for the right words to say. “Cat cut your tongue?!.” Alora asked. Zemia smirked and pulled her close when he saw Faye's eyes darkened. “You have an Alpha aura!. What are you, a Lycan ?!.” Zemias brother said. “I am Alora and for what I am I would rather keep that to myself!.” Alora replied and leaned on Zemia. “Well I am Loki!.” He said. “Nice to meet you!.” Alora replied. The rest of them kept calm studying Alora.

Alaric advances on me, the wooden floorboard creaks underneath the force of his boots and he steps over the pile of ash, covering the distance between us in a blink of an eye. "I didn't mean to!" I sob out, trembling from head to toe. "I didn't mean to!" "Stop!" Alaric roars. "Just stop Kyra! Don't you dare cry over that piece of shit! Don't you dare!"

“It actually worked.” Lucien clapped his hands over her mouth in shock. Kade and Damien exchanged a look of genuine surprise. Alaric, however, only watched her with a piercing stillness, his fangs just barely visible as if restraining some deeper reaction. “You did not just succeed,” he said slowly, his voice low and unreadable. “You awakened something.” The parchment trembled in her hands. Her blood signature flared again, shifting colors, weaving symbols she didn’t understand. Strange runes unfurled around her name, glowing like fire before fading into the paper.

A whisper hissed in Alice’s mind: The ritual’s now, weapon. A note fell from her backpack, unnoticed until now: Break or burn, weapon. The rally decides. The crescent moon symbol glared, and the lights dimmed, the crowd’s cheers slowing to a drone. Alice’s hands glowed brighter, heat surging, and she froze, the ritual’s pull tightening. She bolted for the exit, Kane’s voice calling, Liam’s plea echoing, Mira’s whisper lingering, Rhea’s taunt biting, Elara’s touch fading. The cult’s plan was a noose, and she was its knot.

In sync. Lucien arrived with scrolls tucked under his arm, his expression unreadable. “There’s no record of a lullaby ritual,” he said. “Not in any Grove.” Luna smiled. “Then we write one.” Kaelion stepped forward, blade sheathed, mark dim. “Then we protect it.” Aria placed her pendant at the altar. “Then we carry it.” The flame surged. The runes flared. And the Grove whispered. She is Grove. She is bond. She is mother. She is melody.

The Alchemist swirled the blood in the goblet, combining them and started her low chant “Ab Dis, Et ego rogabo noxium super nos, Declaratione super paternitas huic puero, Et nos decipi, Ab eis, Volunt nocitori “ ​ The alchemist finished her chant and continued to swirl the blood combination. “Now if the blood remains red, Prince Achilles is the father. If the blood turns black and clots, he is not.” ​