Alphonse Elric Edward Elric Novels & Stories

In two strides he reached them and pulled Elric into a hug, thumping his back with his giant fist. "August, good to see you," Elric said formally to the man, who was now smiling down at Saffron. He was taller than Elric and looked nearly identical to their father, except his eyes were a warm brown. His face was open and friendly. Unlike Elric, his hair was kept shorter, the curls more intentionally arranged around his handsome visage. "This is my fiancée, Saffron," Elric said. Saffron dipped into a small curtsy. August grabbed her hand and kissed it. She noticed he lacked the roughness of Elric, his hands and face smooth.

SOLANA Alpha Roman was upset. I could see it in his eyes. It reminded me of Elric. And because of this, I froze, my pulse hammering in my ears. All that went through my mind was the possibility that he was much worse than Elric. I didn't even realize I was crying until I felt the wetness on my face. He released me instantly, a storm in his eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Alpha. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cry," I croaked, hurriedly wiping my tears away.

I already knew who it would be, but I wanted King Edward to see who it was mated to. "Excuse me? I don't know who you think you are, but you are not the boss of me. I am going," Ella said "You could get hurt," King Edward said "Are you calling me weak?" Ella asked angrily "What? No. I..." King Edward started to say, but Ella cut him off "Because I am not weak. I am a werewolf, and a very strong one at that. I am Alpha Eric's daughter, and I am going, and nothing you say is going to change that," Ella said, and King Edward sighed.

Valerian answered, waving at the unfamiliar old man. I linked my eyes with Father and the frown that was aimed at me made my heart skip a beat. I hadn’t done anything wrong but I couldn’t control my racing heart. Bad things always happened to me whenever Father frowned because of me. “King Iyrick,” Valerian greeted with a slight bow. I followed suit behind him. “Crown Prince Valerian.” Something about the way the king called Valerian’s name gave me the creeps. I raised my head to meet his awkward stare.

“Five years ago, I fled a horrible situation with nothing but the clothes on my back. What about you? Got any life-altering secrets to share with a stranger in a bar?” He laughed. “Nothing so dramatic. Just a man trying to find his own path against pack politics and parental expectations.” “Sounds familiar,” I said, feeling oddly comfortable with him. “So what’s your name?” “Edward,” he replied, extending his hand. “Son of Alpha Benjamin from the Northern Crescent Pack.” My glass nearly slipped from my fingers. “Edward? Alpha Benjamin’s son?” His brow furrowed at my reaction. “Yes. Have we met before?” I set down my glass carefully. “I’m Penelope. Moon.”

Edward was perfectly used to giving in to Evelyn over the years, "Seven days without boring jokes, I swear! Save me, Princess Eve!" Evelyn laughed happily: "Deal!" Edward was Alpha Grey's youngest son, one year younger than Maya, and he had three big brothers above him -- well, three Alpha brothers -- though they were more than 10 years older than him. Maybe it was the pressure from his brothers' success, or maybe Edward just loved designing too much -- he was a talented designer himself -- he escaped home after middle school, and James took him in. Edward didn't know, but Alpha Grey knew where he was all along--

Ariadne flinches at the sound. “W-Wait, don’t leave, master.” Victor's stomach feels upset at the title. “Actually just call me Victor, can you do that for me, Edward?” “Victor?” Edward bends his head in confusion. “Okay, I’ll try, mas- Victor.” Victor feels strongly about Edward's need to see some sort of therapist, or, get him some medication. This Omega needs serious help. He’s very sick. Edward slowly, locking eyes for approval, sounding Omega noises, curls into Victor's side. He’s completely molded in the Alpha’s hands.

a male voice suddenly emerged some distance away. I looked up and saw this hauntingly handsome man descend the crystal steps. His robe looked like a crystallized fabric of shimmering blue and gold. He had an angular jaw, well-sculpted lips, and fine brows that could contest with Lucien. One clear difference in them was his silver, yellowish, long hair. He looked like an elf of many Earth fantasy books, minus the pointy ears. “Elric,” Lucien said, and I immediately took it as the man’s name. “The hell you show yourself and reprimand me.”

she spits out the word. My throat dries, dread quickly filling my lungs. “And.. and, Eddie Benson is the alpha’s son? So he’s really, Eddie Beaumont?” Well, fuck.

"Why my mom? What did you do to her?" "Your mother is fine," Elric says. “ Just sleeping. She'll wake up." "Why are you doing this?" He doesn't answer. He just steps back and stands near the door like a guard. I look at Victor. "You're working with him?" Victor shrugs. "We want the same thing." "What thing?" Before he can answer I hear more footsteps coming from the hallway. Another man appears in the doorway. He looks older but Elric looks just like him. They have the same sharp jaws, the same cold eyes, Elric is a spitting image of him.