Novel & Cerita Alphonse Elric Fullmetal Alchemist

So he loses his balance and cough harder. "What the hell?!" Francisco expresses in absolute surprise as he feels his side rib crack inside. 'What?! I thought he was out of gas?! How come he can create such damage?!!' He thought while arching to the other side due to the pain in his side rib. Furthermore, Francisco's pupil blazed when he saw Alphonso's wounds heal in front of him. He couldn't explain what happened to the Prince, for his aura hits different now. 'Is Alphonso transforming into his wolf? I haven't seen him transformed!'

A loud gasp escaped my mother’s lips, “Daniel, he didn’t mean it he’s clearly intoxicated!” Silence fell around us as the conversation had drawn an audience. My father came from a long line of Betas and had already earned his title in the usual way by defeating his father in combat. Not to mention he had stood by Alpha Atticus (Austin’s father) through countless pack wars through the years. The last one that claimed Alpha Atticus’ life left my father with a blown-out shoulder and an ankle that did not heal properly giving him a slight limp. He gave his all for his Alpha and I know he would until my brother came of age for the title.

I could sense his unease without looking at him, but my gaze was fixed on Aldric, the gravity of his statement sinking in. “What do you mean?” I asked hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper. Elder Aldric’s sharp eyes met mine, his gaze intense, as if he was weighing every word before speaking it. "The prophecy states that the Alpha born under the rare lunar eclipse will rise with power unmatched. But alongside them, there will be another—a warrior, the greatest fighter of their time, one who will stand by their side as their equal and mate." The words hit me like a jolt of electricity. I could feel my stomach twist into knots, my breath catching in my throat. The prophecy had always bee

I was Alpha. I was feared. I was respected. I was powerful. But in this moment, I was nothing...nothing but a father terrified he had failed. My heart slammed against my ribs. My breath tore through my lungs. My muscles screamed. But I kept running. “Damon!” someone called again from behind. That was Elric, the quiet tracker with the golden eyes and a voice so soft most wolves leaned in to hear him. He always carried a calm presence, the type that made others feel safe.

I command you as your Alpha! The full force of his Alpha command crashed against my will, trying to break me. But I merely smiled. My years of love and loyalty had been met with betrayal and desecration. And now he thought he could control me with his power? Your Beta warrior needs healing, doesn't she? You should go take care of her. Remember to find her a good healer. Oh, that's right, I sent back, my thoughts dripping with venom. And I'm the best healer on the continent. Good luck finding another. Goodbye, Wyatt.

"You're a good Alpha, Reign. Better than I ever was. But you're also predictable. You love too deeply. Care too much. And that makes you exploitable." The truth of it burns. "Two hours and forty-two minutes," he reminds me. A portal opens in the alley, that familiar shimmer of displaced air and ozone smell. Seer Elric steps through, looking ancient and knowing and somehow sad. "Alpha Reign," he greets me, his voice carrying centuries of weight. "I thought you were with Landon," I say as he steps closer.

His silver beard was braided, his presence impossible to ignore. Elder Elric. The man who recently saved my life from a poisoned dagger. He stood slowly as I entered, his every movement calm, deliberate. But his eyes were sharp and bright, held the weight of something far heavier than time. "Alpha Zordon," he said, bowing slightly. "Sorry for my intrusion." "I owe you my life," I replied, inclining my head with respect. "If you say it's urgent, I listen." Isla looked between us, her expression shifting. "He says he had a vision. Something about the Moonblood. About... the child."

I walked up to the ruthless alpha and raised my hand, pointing a finger at him. As I pointed at the ruthless alpha, a beam of light shot out from my finger, hitting him directly in the chest. He crumpled to the ground, defeated. Elice felt a surge of triumph, but then, something amazing happened. The ruthless alpha began to change. His features softened, and his clothes transformed into a flowing white robe. His hair turned a golden hue, and his eyes glowed with kindness and compassion. He stood up, and I realized that he was no longer the same person. He was now a powerful ally, ready to help her in any way he could his face turned to be Derrick.

“That would change things, right? You’d notice that?” “Yeah, I would,” he said slowly, as if giving my words the same amount of thought. “I guess it could be that, except it doesn’t smell medicinal. It’s something…I’m having trouble defining it. Like the way magic smells. And something like the way an alpha smells. Like the way alpha magic feels, only in a scent,” he finished, sounding as frustrated as I felt by his inability to put it into adequate words. “Either way. I’ve noticed he’s more of an asshole when his scent changes like that. This morning, for example.”

"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.