Alphonse Elric Novels & Stories

If they try, I will challenge my father to a blood duel right in the Council Judgment Hall. "Hey! High Alpha Lestat actually showed up to a hunt party!" Elijah Blackwell booms, his massive arm slapping across my back. Elijah is almost as tall as I am, built like a giant silverback bear from training with the elite guards of the First Alpha Bloodline. A bad silver-blade injury to his shoulder ended his days as a frontline warrior, so he joined the Alpha Council Alliance instead. He has a tuft of messy yellow hair, a thick golden tan, and a big goofy grin that makes him look like a dumb pup, but he is one of the sharpest minds in the Moonfang Dominion. He is already half-blind from drinking fe

"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.

Ryu’s voice deepened. His whole body was covered in blood, his eyes glowing red like a true monster; even my father couldn’t make his eyes look so intimidating. “I am the Alpha; I am Ryu, and I am a predator who feeds on his enemies like prey.”

Men appeared—warriors in armor, swords flashing. Her father fought bravely, but they surrounded him. She screamed, but no sound came from her lips. One of the men stepped out from the shadows, tall and cold. His eyes were sharp, his face filled with pride and cruelty. Elara’s breath caught. She knew that face. She had seen it in paintings, in stories Damien once told of his family. It was Damien’s father—the former Alpha. “No!” she cried in the dream, watching as he raised his sword.

Lisa: The moment the heavy metal door shut behind me, I let out a slow breath, not because I was shaken, but because the room itself had been suffocating. Xavier’s dominance pressed like a physical weight against the walls. Alpha of Alphas. Power leashed behind self-control. For a wolf like me, power like that was… interesting. Intriguing… But not intimidating. Not in the way it used to be. Not when I knew that I was stronger than all of them.

Not only that, he was an Alpha closely connected to Cassian. 'However, in that vision, I saw that he didn't come from this earth. What does it mean? Is he already dead?' I thought to myself. "You don't need to worry, Seraphine. I can see the future, but I'm just an ordinary sorcerer. I'm not a special descendant like you. So, you don't need to be that anxious about me," Elyrian emphasized his words again. I understood, his repeated visits to me were well-intentioned.

“I need to speak with you. Now.” I stepped closer. “Who is he, Cecil?” Cecil hesitated for a moment before answering, her voice tight. “His name is Elric. He used to be… part of my old pack. Before we came here.” Elric gave me a nod, then looked to Cecil. “It’s about the girl. She’s not safe.” Elric's eyes lingered on me, sharp and unreadable, as if he were peeling back layers I had worked so hard to hide. His gaze made my skin crawl not out of fear, but out of the unwanted sense of being seen.

he growled, his voice reaching a dangerously low pitch. And then I told him, some more grade A idiocy from me. Okay, I did have one thing in my favour there – I didn’t tell him about Icelus. “His name is Ricky and he’s from my school.” was all I said, which resulted in Morpheus turning to Ally and questioning her in Greek about the boy she knew nothing about. The dialogue blurred together and was giving me a serious headache, so without saying a word, I got up and left the stables. Morpheus found me half an hour later leaning over a fence and petting a stallion who nibbled at the tips of my hair.

Maybe Sierra and Xion influenced him much more than he imagined. “You know that prince is damn crazy, right? If we don’t fight him, he will destroy more places, just like mine! And I don’t want other kids saw that kind of massacre! You can’t be safe unless you fight the injustice!” Walter didn’t answer; he just stared at Gray intensely. “You…” He finally spoke, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Please tell me you have no relation with a man named Elric.” Gray was taken aback, “He was my master. Why?”

She prayed that her nervousness didn't show on her face. "What kind of allegation?" Xavier gritted. Erica knew stalling would bear no fruit yet she felt that the question had been raised too soon. This time Sir Leon answered, "We have heard or rather...seen someone confessing that Queen Erica is a..." he trailed off as if deliberately heightening the suspense and from the corner of the eye, Erica saw Alpha Samuel sitting up straighter. "That she is a mage," sir Leon disclosed, his voice carrying apology as if coming here with this allegation was a fault of theirs.