Altair Ibn La Ahad Novels & Stories

Since his Divine Sense could not be used, he could not see the Ancestral Talisman Master’s looks. Letitia whispered, “In this universe, Hadad Theophanes is the number-one figure. As for the numbers two to five, that’s up to debate. That is because they have never truly fought against each other before. However, some analysts were able to evaluate their ranking based on their battle outcomes. One of the most distinguished is Radomir Theophanes, an Inner Disciple of Hadad. As a Caelum Ancestral God, he controls the Heavenly Path and possesses immense power. Then, there is the Ancestral Talisman Master.” She glanced at the Ancestral Talisman Master and said in excitement, “I guess my journey he

The fact that I want to study baffles her completely and the idea of leaving, she somehow takes as a personal insult, so I don’t mention either in front of her. My Grandad on the other hand is much more understanding, he’s very old and was a warrior when Abaddon’s Grandfather, Alpha Isaiah, was in charge. They travelled to many packs across the country searching for Alpha Isaiah’s mate and even a few abroad. For years he’s told stories of the way packs are run, some a lot worse, but some seem to give their citizens a lot more freedom.

the elder holding my baby stated. I don’t know where Lucien found them but he told me that they have the ability to communicate with the moon goddess directly and they could even tell what the future of the child would be. “Our moon goddess, our mother, you have blessed with a gift that we so much love and we so much have yearned for, therefore we present this baby to you, his future holds things that we have never seen before and he will be a great leader and warrior.” “With the power invested in us from you, allow us to name this child Tyr, Tyr Hart, a child born of a great alpha and his luna, a child born to fight for our kind.” The elder said, completing the naming rites.

Altair stood on a garden wall where the evening sun came in between the large windows and the trees. “Are you a lost person?” asked a priest, interrupting Altair's thoughts. "No, I'm just from a faraway place and want to pray," replied Altair who still lowered his eyes to cover himself with the hood of the robe. If one saw his true figure, everyone would immediately recognize that he was the son of Duke Leon, the hallmark of the Onder de family. "Actually, this afternoon I just arrived and prayed and intended to return home soon, but because I was too wise to pray, it didn't feel like it was already dusk,"

"I'm your dad. I own half the city for you. Don't worry about anything. Ever." Vespera laughed, a tired, happy sound. "You're already spoiling him." "Absolutely," Cyprian agreed without looking up. "Does he have a name?" Vespera looked at the two of them—her boys. "Altair," she said softly. Cyprian looked at her. "The star?" "The brightest star in the Eagle constellation," Vespera nodded. "Because he's going to soar above everything." "Altair Hale," Cyprian tested the name. He smiled. "It sounds like a king."