Alphonse Elric Novels & Stories

"When you say you are a hybrid, what other specie are you? I already know that you are a werewolf, and I guess that you are not a vampire as I have not seen you drink blood before." Elric gave her one of those his bright smiles that always sent her thinking about him for the rest of the day. "You are smart, and I see where you are coming from. But you are wrong. I am a vampire." He revealed, and her eyes widened in shock. "Because I am not fully a vampire, my lust for blood is minimal. I could go weeks without the cravings. Once I am satiated, you can't tempt me with blood." She nodded, slowly adapting herself to the new information. "What about your other side? Werewolf?"

"A message just came. It's from Selene." The name hit like a punch. Just hearing it said out loud was enough to make my stomach drop, to bring back all the careful walls I had let down during our peaceful walk. Draven straightened up, his whole way changing in an instant. Gone was the relaxed man who had been talking about choosing joy. Now he was High Alpha, alert and ready for whatever threat might come. "What kind of message?" Elric swallowed hard. "Written. Formal. Brought by hand with her seal."

He prowled like a caged predator, his frustration and anger radiating in waves that rippled through the gathered wolves, making their discomfort painfully evident. Elder Elric, who had been a steadfast supporter of Elric, now stood at a precarious crossroads. The weight of his loyalty began to haunt him, questions gnawing at his conscience like a relentless wolf. “To what end is my loyalty? Am I truly doing what's right? Does Alpha Caden see me as essential, or just as a tool to wield at his convenience?” The thoughts consumed him, the memory of Elder Thorne’s fate a constant specter in his mind, relentless and tormenting.

I mused pensively as a tendril of worry tickled my senses. He was a big man, the big bad wolf, it was foolish of me to worry about him but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. "That is strange. Saint mentioned that Victor has this strange, perplexing ability of not being able to lie. Maybe he doesn't want to answer because he doesn't want to lie to you," Erica's theory could have been valid but it didn't feel like it held any truth to it. Nonetheless, I pushed my glasses up my nose with a knuckle before saying, "Maybe," I, then scrolled through my list of contacts until I found Saint's number, "But maybe Saint can get a hold of him in that case."

The wolf holding Eric pushed him forward, kicking his back so he hit the ground hard. “He's all yours, Son.” Alister turned and walked away down the road, but his other son smirked. He raised his hand in the air and turned to look at Micha, who was helping Eric up off the floor. As I turned back to see what the sadistic son of Satan was planning, something hurtled toward my friends, making my heart drop into the pit of my stomach. Time seemed to slow as I watched what looked like a signpost hurtle toward my friends. Eric's eyes went wide as he pushed Micha out of the way. Micha dropped down, but before anyone could take a breath, that red spark of evil energy hit Eric on his chest, forcing h

Francisco remarks to the warrior. The warrior no longer argues back as he bites his lower lips in anger while throwing deadly stares at Francisco. Nonetheless, he gives them no interest at all. Also, he did not further entertain the people who want to intervene in his segment. He continues while looking at the Prince behind him, "Prince Alphonso is not a hero, a man worthy of your praise, for he is a murderer." ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ

“What the fuvk! those werewolves went into hiding? Where are they now? What is your plan?” “My plan is simple…” “Nothing you say is ever simple, Lucas.” Fabiano shook his head. He had known Lucas for long to believe his plan would be simple. “I am the lord of the Vampires after all…” he grinned evilly. “Hold up, how does this story take away the fact that they have an Alpha who wouldn’t sit back and watch us take over his throne?” Lauretha asked. “His name is Alpha Arthur. And as I am speaking to you right now, he will be dead in a few hours’ time and that is when we strike. This is top secret. No one else must learn of this until the mission is successful.”

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.

But I had to admit, even I was curious about where this story was going to go. “Carry on, Alaric.” I said, looking at the man. “If it were to be up to the two of you getting over whatever it is that you are going to be fighting about, we are never going to be done with this conversation as it is.” “She gave birth to me and as a punishment, I was born with the sin, being a Lycan. I had pleaded that I was not guilty of treason, and when I came of age, I heard of a phoenix being born on the night of an eclipse. I had to admit, I did believe that it was your brother when I contacted your father, but it took one glance at you for me to realize and understand that there was no way for your father

Where the threads of destiny become unbreakable chains. Alpha Elric, the venerable elder who had watched over every Luna ceremony for the past three decades, his face a map of ancient wisdom, stepped forward. In his gnarled hand, he held the ceremonial blade—an obsidian dagger, wickedly sharp, its hilt wrapped in intricate silver ivy, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Its dark surface seemed to absorb the moonlight, a silent, potent tool of destiny.