Alphonse Elric Human Novels & Stories

His face twisted in contempt as he sneered at me “ Your father was a monster.” My eyes flashed with anger "My father was a hero. He protected people from your kind." The Alpha snarled, baring his teeth. "Your father was a butcher. He slaughtered my family, my pack. He took everything from me. My jaw clenched, and my voice trembled, but I stood my ground “My father did what was necessary to keep humans safe." His eyes blazed with fury. "Defending humans? He was a murderer, and you're no better. You're just a weak, pathetic human who thinks they can stand against the likes of me."

She breathed a sigh of relief and quickly searched the room for any clues that might help her understand the situation better. She found a journal that had belonged to the werewolf, and she began to read it. The journal contained entries about a war that had been raging between the werewolves and a powerful human organization known as the Order of the Silver Wolf. The werewolf had been fighting against the Order, and it had been doing so for many years. Ulrich was shocked by this revelation. She quickly put two and two together and realized that the werewolf she had just fought was part of this war. She also realized that if she wanted to help the werewolf, she would have to join the fight.

"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.

"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.

"I can shift intentionally now, maintain control throughout transformation, return to human form when I choose rather than when the wolf allows it. It's what I should have been all along. What the Relic prevented for twenty-five years." "The Relic stole a lot from you." "Maybe. Or maybe I needed those years to develop the human discipline necessary to integrate successfully. Teenagers don't have that kind of control, that kind of emotional regulation. I do." He smiled slightly, an expression that softened the hard lines of his face. "Everything happens for a reason, even the painful parts. Even the losses that seem senseless at the time." "That's remarkably philosophical for a warrior who us

"Breathe." I gasped for air, clutching his shirt. He felt solid. Real. But terrifying. "You're a monster," I whispered. "Yes," he agreed. "I am." He pulled back to look at me. His eyes were human again, but the intensity remained. "The man who attacked you... he was a Rogue. A wolf who lost his pack, lost his mind to the animal side. He bit you." Levi’s hand moved to my shoulder, his thumb tracing the fabric over the scar.

He was growling and Callum now realised the fuss about it. One of the Wolf shifted into human form. He was in his mid age. "Not that we oppose Alpha. But he is male and on top of it he is a human. A weak human". He mocked. Elliot stood up from his place. "And why does it concern you? I was human too. Does that mean I lack being a Beta"? He said and this time the man shut his mouth.

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.

He stopped talking immediately and I needed no soothsayer to tell me that he just got the information. “Wait a minute, my Luna, Lazar's mate, what's her identity? Is she…. A human?” “What else, father?” I answered bitterly. It hurts to know that Alpha Lazar would choose a human over me. No, boy, it is fucking disrespectful of him to choose that bitch over me; to choose that weakling over me who would give him strong pups. I doubt she'll ever carry his pups because humans lack the ability to bear werewolves pups, and that's because of their weak reproductive system.

"Siron. My descendant. I have come to take what is my birthright." Out of the green radiance, a man stepped forth. He was tall, his long black hair tied back neatly, wearing clothes that were jarringly modern, a sharp black suit, yet his eyes burned with the same green light as the eruption. His face was handsome and sharp, bearing an undeniable resemblance to the portraits of Aethelford ancestors Siron had seen in books. This was Alaric, but not a vengeful spirit. This was a physical form, living and whole. "Alaric..." Siron muttered, his voice caught in his throat.