Alphonse Elric Fullmetal Alchemist Novels & Stories

In doing so, we were accepting that we were vermin, beneath even the lowest of Werewolves. The sun’s light dimmed as it drifted below the tree line. Streams of gold peeked through the foliage, hitting Hakeem along the slope of his lifted cheekbones. There was something beautiful about the searing look of vengeance and how it could both erase one’s humanity while also enhancing it. Hakeem’s dark, smooth skin soaked up the rays of gold, reflecting them in his eyes and bringing out their hidden wisps of color. “I’m Lilac Einar.” He didn’t blink as he said, “I know who you are.”

Instead, he looked like a living puppet without a soul. Suddenly, Alec arrived and with the help of the other high-ranking warriors, quickly besieged Alphonse. Unfortunately, Aflons was still out of control and one warrior died under his attack. Alec raised his hand and suddenly, a shadow of a wolf appeared behind him. “NO!’ I screamed before a white beam attacked Alphonse’ chest. And a few seconds later, Alphonse fell on the ground, lifeless. I tried running towards him but my visions blurred once again. Suddenly, I was once again inside Lewis’ car, looking at Alphonse and my father who were about to fight.

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.

" She went on to say more. Viktor smirked when he heard what Erica had to say about him. "However, you should recognize that what you do or don't do is what explains why you're different. Yes, you are childish, but I have also observed some of your great characteristics. You're considerate, kind, and humanitarian, and you go above and above. "That's why you're deserving of the position of future Alpha of the Fianna Pack," Erica went on to say. "The fact that I have already stated how easy you are to love means that you are well aware of this fact. You have characteristics that I don't understand, attributes that I don't understand, but my heart embraces you," Erica acknowledged.

Ash stroked his hair and said, “I know. When I was at school, their was an Alpha who love me more than anything, but the idiot Alpha is mine become so stupid when it's come to me.” “And because he desperately wanted to protect you, beacuse he want you to fulfill your dream and make your late father proud,” Alex corrected. He hadn’t even known that Ash was such a great omega fighter back then. He’d been surprisingly good in fighting, when Alex saw him kicking Type and Earth all alone and and with proud smile on his face, Alex feel like he the one and no one like Ash.

Kain Valcor. A hardheaded Alpha who took orders from no one, and a man who had to be on top. Wreaking havoc, preying on the weak and completely breaking the strong…had been his idea of a fun time for as long as he could remember. And until his mate arrived amidst all that chaos, it was the first time he wanted anything other than power. It was the first time…he desperately desired a woman.

“What?” “Yes. My pack’s name was Mystic Warriors. And when I say my pack, I mean my pack,” I said. “I lied when I said I was a warrior for the Alpha. The truth is, I am an Alpha. I am the daughter of Alpha Kaster of Mystic Warriors. And the alpha who died in my arms…he was my brother, Alpha Ivan. Yes my pack was attacked and destroyed, that wasn’t a lie. And yes it was attacked by an Alpha named Killian but there’s more.”

I nodded, “so what is with the elite warriors, what makes you so special?” Stanley chuckled, “yea, what makes you so special, Oscar?” Oscar slammed Stanley up against the wall before I could blink and they both laughed, “that.” I nodded, “nice visual, want to slow that down so even I can see it, that was lightning fast.” Oscar waved his hand nonchalantly, “Alpha is twice as fast, given the correct motivation,” they both looked at me then at one another shrugging.

I tried to process his words, but my thoughts tangled like knots I couldn’t untie. Alpha Mace’s mother. The creature that attacked me. My skin went cold. “But that wolf—” I began. “—is her,” Elric finished firmly, handing me the bowl. “Now drink this. It’ll help with the pain.” The thick green liquid smelled like burnt grass and rot. I hesitated, then took it in both hands, my fingers trembling. One gulp. Bitter. Sharp. It clawed down my throat, burning slightly as it went. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t make a sound. I’d learned long ago that showing weakness only made things worse.

"Your grandfather. Or, more accurately, the version of him that the Council decided was 'useful' enough to keep alive." Rowan’s sword arm wavered. "Grandfather? My father said you died in the Great Purge." "I did," Alaric said, walking toward us. "The Tailor sewed me back together using the threads of the men I killed. I am the Council’s masterpiece, Rowan. I am the Alpha of Alphas. And I am here to collect the debt your little Queen just signed."