Alphonse Elric Novels & Stories

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 looked down into the box of photographs, reaching out to trace one with his finger. Like a phantom, he went right through it. I caught the flash of recognition in his eyes and turned to face him. “You know Silas?” “Sure do.” He said, clenching his jaw. “Silas Whitlock, Beta to Alpha Oliver Griffin, and friend to Mr. Phineas Striker. Those two were as thick as thieves, both members of the Eye of Horus.”

"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 said as I pleaded with him with my eyes. “My name is not Gavrael, it’s Zephyr.” That was his only response before he gave the command for his army to attack. As the first wave of the beasts advanced, I raised my hands and they shrieked as I blasted them off with pure light. The beasts behind that first line paused, not daring to step away from the dark shadow surrounding them into my light. The first line that I blasted was nothing more than specks of dust now. “That was just a warning shot.” I growled.

Finally, I could walk quickly without tripping over my feet again. It was so amazing! I was a Lycan! I was not an ordinary werewolf, nor was I just an Alpha. I was a Royal Lycan! I never knew I could run this freely. Everything around me looked smaller than usual. I was so big and tall that I was sure I could reach the moon. 'Don't overdo it,' said a familiar voice. 'Ryder? Is that you?' I asked hopefully. 'Yes, Prince Elric. It is I, Ryder,' he replied politely.

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.

He was wearing an open-buttoned white shirt and black pants. When he held me, his hand was strong, but he tried to be gentle. From his grip and his massive body, I could swear he was definitely an Alpha, not just an ordinary werewolf. I was about to speak and tell him I wasn't her, but my hot body stopped me. The man leaned in, planting scattered kisses on my neck, whispering with admiration, "Soft as a baby." "Leave me!" I pleaded, desperate for him to let me go. "Are you still angry?" he asked, puzzled.

Everything he says doesn't make sense. If he was tired of being looked down on, why didn’t he just take it out with the Alphas. Why did he have to get involved with the so-called scientists, and kill a whole lot of werewolves? Just for the sake of vengeance? I don’t even know what to call it. “Where is Alpha Tate?” I ask him. But he refuses to answer me. Kylian gets angry, he walks up to him with a cutter in his hand. Even at that Alpha Elias didn’t say a word again.

I touched the rim of the wine glass and said calmly. “I lend you an elite force headed by Roger and Evelyn, who will help you. As for the alliance, there is no need.” Alfine remained silent as if thinking about something and finally nodded. “Okay, thank you very much, Alpha.” “Tell me about Erza right away.” I looked at him coldly. "Don't provoke my patience." “Now is not the time, but I have this. Do you recognize it?” Alfine pulled a photograph from his pocket and placed it on the table. “This is the kind of sincerity I show.”

We all turn to see a man stepping over Zane's body, because apparently, I did more damage than I thought and Zane's very much dead. The man is old, ancient even, with white hair and eyes that seem to see through everything. He's wearing robes that mark him as a pack elder, but from which pack I can't tell. "Who the fuck are you?" I manage. "Seer Elric. From the Council of Ancients." He moves toward Sonya with surprising speed for someone his age. "And I'm here because the Moon Goddess herself sent me." "The Moon Goddess?" I repeat, because apparently today wasn't weird enough already.