Alphonse Elric Edward Elric Novels & Stories

"How did you manage to convince him?" "I asked nicely," I smile. Elric is the Alpha of the pack that attacked Ambrose's all those years ago. He's the one that started the war between the brothers and put the young king in the difficult place of telling his pack they couldn't have revenge. When I tracked him down and reached out, I didn't think he'd respond. But after learning more about him, I discovered he wasn't too much older when it happened. They were all impulsive kids, wanting to show the world they could be as strong as their fathers.

I stepped forward, and the crowd parted. The elder who’d addressed me gave a respectful nod and gestured toward the ceremonial chalice waiting on the stone table. I picked it up, the weight of it solid in my hand, and turned to face the crowd. “My name,” I began, “is Edric Ambrose. Some of you know me as the cursed alpha. Others only know me as the outsider who spilled blood on your soil in the name of justice.” “To the vast majority of you, I’m folklore. The monster who feeds on the flesh of his kind. Who ate his whole pack and seeks flesh to devour.”

‘Let’s just hope that he’s coming late,’ I hoped. The king of the werewolves, a higher position than the Alphas, greeted us all. King Edmund looked elegant with his royal robe and magnificent crown. He was the first king to make a peace treaty. I had not been born in the era when war was still happening in this land. But I did not want to imagine a life of terror and anxiety where war could break out at any moment. The crown prince, Prince Elric, stood by his side. He had found his mate. She was his second chance because he rejected the first one, the daughter of a classless warrior. He just wanted to be with the daughter of an Alpha. And he got what he wanted.

No one knew what he was looking at. He did not respond to the servant's words. The servant looked at Edward and nodded slightly. He called out respectfully, "Young Master." "You may leave." After the servant left, Edward walked over to Alfred and squatted down in front of him. "Grandpa, I’m Edward. I'm here to see you." His voice caught Alfred's attention. Alfred turned his head to look at Edward. His eyes were lifeless. He just kept staring at Edward, and his mouth was unconsciously whimpering.

Axel states. Before Clause could respond to that, the door burst open revealing Jason with a worried look etched on his face. "Alpha" I stood up, "What is it?" I asked all of a sudden tensed. "it's Lyra."

Eric shares with my parents. My mother gasps as my father frowns, “Who wants her dead?” he asks. Eric explains we do not know and the encounter we just had with the rogues. My father looks at us in silence. He looks away and only as something seems to register on his face does he look back to me, “Calvin … the hybrid Alpha Warlock,” he whispers.

replied Albus with a sad face. "It is okay. I want to share my destiny with Edmund. Whether it's a joy or sadness, we will deal with it. Edmund is my son. He is a brave Dragon Warrior’s Son,” said Jergintarth proudly. Little Edmund nodded his head enthusiastically. “I am the Little Dragon Warrior, Albus. I'll be fine," said Edmund in a sweet boy's voice and with determined eyes. Albus sighed. “You guys are so stubborn. Fine, I'll say what I know as it is. Nothing less, and nothing more," replied Albus.

“Alpha Corin. The prisoner Elric is asking for the heir. He says he has information about the tunnels Bloodmoon used to move the ram so close without early warning. He will only speak to Sera Vane, and only if she comes alone.” Elric. The Ashwood scout who had freed Vivienne and mapped the old tunnels in exchange for the sister he believed dead. He had been in Crimson Hollow custody since his capture, fate undecided. I had not seen him since the day he was brought in chains, his face calm even then, as though he had already calculated every possible outcome and found none of them surprising. My father looked at me, the lines around his eyes deeper than they had been that morning. “You do not

He asked, but once again Edward didn’t answer, and as he touched his hands, Edward spun around and grabbed Xavier’s hand. Edward’s eyes glowed purple, just like Ace’s did a while ago. Whatever it was, it wasn’t Edward, at least not the Edward Ace had known since meeting him on the shores of Foth. This being was different, but Xavier did not struggle with him. “Edward, snap out of this; I command you as your king and Lord!” Xavier ordered with much authority, his own eyes glowing red. Edward’s hands fell away, and his eyes returned to their natural blue shades. He saw Xavier beside him, and he drew a sharp breath after realising what he had done, his eyes big with an apology. “My king, did I

Maybe Sierra and Xion influenced him much more than he imagined. “You know that prince is damn crazy, right? If we don’t fight him, he will destroy more places, just like mine! And I don’t want other kids saw that kind of massacre! You can’t be safe unless you fight the injustice!” Walter didn’t answer; he just stared at Gray intensely. “You…” He finally spoke, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Please tell me you have no relation with a man named Elric.” Gray was taken aback, “He was my master. Why?”