Alphonse Armor Novels & Stories

And this was precisely the reason why. On the battlefield, he would never care about the well-being of his warriors. Alphones and Elesa both heard him. The latter didn't care and just stood behind me. On the other hand, Alphones stepped forward and said, "Alpha, I will be helping them fight." Alphonse was the strongest warrior in Emoresi, and having him help in the fight would save a lot of lives. Alec looked at him with a pleased manner before he waved his hand as if he did not care. Alphonse gave me a deep look before he ran towards the very center of the fight.

Besides, even if Mane returned, they would still be taking orders from a 12 year old. “Let’s go,” Abe nodded his head before allowing the golden light of the earth elements to flood his frame. A majestic aura engulfed the place as a golden set of armor covered his entire frame. This armor was the combat armor Alexis had given Abe. But it had been modified by Frederick and made even better. For now it was connected to Abe’s primary element: earth.

Jasper stood near the open terrace doors, dressed in formal black leather, his eyes scanning the room with vigilant focus. And standing at the center of the foyer, directly beneath the massive Blackthorne crest, was Dominic. My chest tightened on pure biological instinct, but I locked the reaction away so fast it didn't even have the chance to reach my face. He was dressed in full Alpha ceremonial armor—heavy black steel plates etched with silver runes, polished until they mirrored the torchlight, with his navy-blue royal battle cape fastened at his broad shoulders by two silver wolf-head clasps. His sandy-brown hair was combed back perfectly, and his jaw was set like quarried stone, but he

“I’m going to poke and prod. It’s something doctors are very good at. Tell me if there is discomfort.” His sense of humor was reassuring. He did as he said but I felt no pain. “Would you explain why I healed so quickly?” I asked. “I’ve had other small injuries, but this is the first time it happened.” He straightened and took a step back so he wasn’t crowding me. “You are coming into your power. Once it is fully realized, you will be as hard to kill as a vampire or wolf.” “I think Sable broke a wolf’s neck during the attack. He healed. Will I be the same?”

The Alpha job is addictive; Emily now understands the rage Marcus displayed when he learned that he had been replaced as the Alpha. She got to see a lot of things differently after she got the job, and she has to agree that Mathew was a bit too clumsy to be the Alpha, and when confronted, he blames his Beta or Gamma, or any wolf connected to that particular department. In the end, she had to replace several people with the ones she appointed. She appointed Blondie as her Beta. Her Gamma is a male, one of the strongest warriors that Mathew recommended for her since his job is to protect her.

I made a mental note of that, maybe, just maybe, I’d find in unlikely ally in him. Within seconds I was flanked by two of their cronies, each savagely took a hold of my arms to hold me in place. In front of me, the handsy asshole in my current hell stood donning a sadistic smile. I’d be lying if I said he didn’t scare the shit out of me. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing, and my instincts told me not to be lulled.

Very hard. Because suddenly— This wasn’t stories. This wasn’t history books. This wasn’t training. Real people were in danger. Real lives. Real families. Then another voice joined the conversation. “Metro.” Both turned. Froz. The Alpha wore black battle armor. Silver markings covered the chest plate. A sword rested at his side. His expression was colder than usual. Deadlier. For the first time, Sam saw the warrior behind the Alpha. And honestly? He looked terrifying. Metro immediately straightened.

But my wolf wouldn’t allow it. “Then follow up to that reputation of yours and end this.” I said, glaring at him. “You and I both know that I can.” He said casually. “I am choosing not to for one reason, which you, just like me, feel.” Even in the dark, he was unmistakable. Power rolled off him in suffocating waves, Alpha dominance honed into something sharp and merciless. This was the man sent to end conflicts the world didn’t want named. The fighter who wiped out rogue camps and never asked questions afterward.

Alpha Alphonso ordered. Avery replied, “of course.” ”Is that an attitude?” Alphonso asked, narrowing his eyes at him. “I guard you. I lead the pack. What else do you want?” Avery fired. The alpha clicked, narrowing his eyes and Avery could see the threat on them, but honestly, she was used to it and something told her, although Alpha Alphonso was stupid and vile, he wouldn’t hurt her. He needed her more than ever. “Alpha Alphonso, I have mind-linked three warriors, they will accompany you.”

Standing at a few inches shy of seven feet, he was large, -larger than me- his bulk and appearance was the very reason for the nickname Viking. Plaits run through his hair on one side, and he wore a hard leather vest that looked like armor. On the right shoulder of his armor was a detailed symbol of a wolf’s paw and six dots that looked like stars. No one knew exactly how he had come about the blessed armor since Alfred is tight-lipped about his life before becoming leader of the iron claw coven, but I knew no magic or supe could harm him in any form as long as he had it on. I would be worried about him freezing to death in this weather, seeing as he wore nothing but the leather vest and mat