Altair Ibn La Ahad Novels & Stories

I used to doubt the possibility of them being obsessed with Alpha Leonardo, until the first time I set my eyes on him at the marketplace. He had the perfect height, 6ft tall, well-structured face with a chiseled nose. His brown eyes were so beautiful that I almost mistook him for a beautiful lady. His body frame was also perfect; athletic-like. I’d never seen a man so perfectly created by the Goddess. But his personality spoiled it all. He was ruthless and merciless, prideful and arrogant. A disgusting beast, who had zero regard for his subjects. Everyone detested him, and I was the front-runner. My hatred for him grew after the incident at the marketplace when his men knocked down an old la

Thus to me the first impression already more or less a success. “Greetings, Your Highness President Mies…I am Aluthia Alantar, the Patriarch of Alantar Family and the lord of the Half Stone City…it was an honour to be in your presences…Thank you for looking after my son, Luth with your generous hospitality…he has told me about his visits at the New City…once again Thank you..”. (Aluthia Alantar) “Oh…the pleasure is all mine, Lord Aluthia..”.

But could this new player truly be trusted, or was it another intricate layer of the Abyssal Council's schemes? Emerging from the dim corridor, a tall, ethereal figure approached. His scales shimmered silver and blue, and his eyes, a deep violet, held millennia of wisdom. It was Altair, the Lost Prince of the Abyssal Depths. Seraphina stiffened, her history with Altair was complicated, to say the least. "Altair," she greeted cautiously, "to what do we owe this unexpected visit?" He bowed gracefully, "Seraphina, Aiden, Liora. I'm aware my presence might be unsettling, but I come bearing vital information about the Council."

A sense of dread enveloped him as he locked eyes with the menacing figure, ready to strike fear into his heart. Summoning his courage, Altair stood tall, refusing to succumb to fear. "I am Altair of RiverBay, son of my fathers, the Lycgers, and my Birth Omega, the WereLion!" he declared, his voice unwavering despite his inner turmoil. "Who are you?" he demanded, taking a cautious step backward.

They lunged together-Altair from the right, Andhara from the left. Altair swung his claws, creating sharp waves of energy. Andhara slashed with her sword, splitting the air and sending out slashes of pure energy. Algebar parried, but his body began to fall back. Small wounds began to appear on his body-a sign that despite his strength, he could not fight all three of them at once. "I am Orion's descendant!" roared Algebar. "I am the future of this world!" "Then..." Altair growled, "This world does not need your future."

Alessandro gritted out. "Better things? Like what?" Ian asked him; Alessandro looked at me and winked, causing me to blush. "I could also be doing better things, couldn't I, Isabella?" Ian teased, and Isabella let out a giggle, fiddling with her freshly manicured nails. A loud groan came from Ivan; he tilted his head up, then he soon realized where he was. "You fucking bitch you fucking drugged me" Ivan yelled "Stupid little whore!"

It is not in any of them. There is one of them that does not open, so I shout her name again, tearing my voice. -Azael?- cries a desperate voice. It's her. It's Lailah. All right, she's alive. A wave of hope runs through my body. -Azael is that you? -sell again. -Lailah I'm going to get you out of here!- I scream to try to calm her down. I hit the door with my foot, but it shows that it is resistant, I try again, but it is impossible. I shot the knob and it was finally ajar.

was Alec’s mild reply. See, Fana whispered again. When the commander began screaming this time, Iranna did not look away. And as Alec and Lorcan did what they’d been trained to do, she couldn’t decide if Fana’s order had been to help—or a reminder of precisely what the goddesses might do should they disobey. His name was Hades, and he was the King’s hunter. The white wolf was watching him again. Isak Emma ran an ironclad finger over the rim of the stone altar on which he laid.

He chuckled. “Did you do all this for the ball?” he questioned, running a finger from my head to my shoes. “I doubt Father changed his mind about taking the twins.” “He didn’t I just thought, as they weren’t feeling well, I could go-” “Don’t worry, you don’t have to convince me. I think it’s high time the other princes saw my gorgeous baby sister,” he chimed in, giving me that bright smile of his. Poles apart from everyone else in the family, Valerian is the only one that treated me like I am family. He is ten years older than me but is by far my favorite. I am happy that one day, he’ll be the one to rule Alvannia after my father.

A sense of dread enveloped him as he locked eyes with the menacing figure, ready to strike fear into his heart. Summoning his courage, Altair stood tall, refusing to succumb to fear. "I am Altair of RiverBay, son of my fathers, the Lycgers, and my Birth Omega, the WereLion!" he declared, his voice unwavering despite his inner turmoil. "Who are you?" he demanded, taking a cautious step backward.