Altaria 소설 & 이야기

And there, standing in the center of the main room, was Alterna. Her homunculus servant, created from both artistry and magic, was a marvel of beauty that transcended conventional boundaries. With white hair cascading down her back and mismatched eyes—one a brilliant blue and the other a soft green—Alterna’s visage was captivating, possessing both softness and strength. Yet, at that moment, her expression was blank, regarding Elena with a tilt of her head that was as perplexed as it was adorable. “Alterna!” Elena exclaimed in a voice that carried a mixture of surprise, joy, and relief, her heart swelling as she stepped closer. Seeing her familiar figure grounded her, reigniting memories wove

"No changes are happening. God damnit! You were asked to do one job, and my god, you're" Clause held me down, trying to calm my nerves. I was on the edge these days. Seeing Lyra as lifeless and knowing that I was the reason behind it didn't sit well with me. I gulped down a lump, sending glares towards the doctor. "Alpha, your Luna can heal herself. I can only stabilize and make sure she's doing well, but unlike the other attack that was caused by a rogue, you're an Alpha; you have more dominance over her, and her immune system is"

Osiris frowns, but takes a seat, his eyes fixed on Nero, bracing himself for what comes next. “Nero found out something about Morana,” I start, trying to ease into the conversation, “about her wolf.” Osiris’s brow furrows in confusion. “Morana? What about her wolf?” “It’s not just her wolf, Osiris,” Nero takes over. “When I used my Alpha Sight on Morana, I found out that there’s something attached to it called a Meraloth—an ancient entity that feeds on memories. And we believe it’s responsible for the memory losses both you and Camellia experienced.”

Altair's eyes bulged. She was shocked by Dari Satria's description of Mawar. And it felt like Altair was getting more and more interested in getting to know the girl.

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.

"What do you say about it? If I didn't put a stop to this, everyone would be dead, and if I was taken, My child would be evil; I can't risk that. I can breed anyone else apart from my mates." Bartram took a deep breath; his mind was blank, and he had no idea what to say to her. She was Altamunar, the hybrid who was going to stop the Hybire. She had a journal and a staff. All the information he wanted to fit into his head at once He thought he might have a headache while trying to figure it out. He slowly raised his hand and pushed the hair off her forehead. There was nothing in her head, and his eyes widened.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

GAVRAEL ~ “Thank you for delivering yourself to me. From what I’ve been told, the mate to the white wolf is the Alpha. I can’t wait to have you strapped down next to her. I finally have something to take me to the highest levels of prestige in the scientific world. Imagine all I could do with your DNA, my name will be in the history books. I will be able to replicate whatever makes you all so special and make an army of your kind from humans, give people powers at will. I will become a goddess on earth, nations all over the world will seek my work, and no one will ever call me weak again.”

I have just enough time to reach out and grab Emery by the arm, yanking her to stop before the man towering above us steps up and over the terrace as if he’s walking on air. Alatar stands before us cloaked in what I can only describe as… electricity. The same force he uses to stoke the thunderheads that have wrecked Maatua. He is not what I’ve been expecting. Tall and lean, yes. But his face is… familiar. Almost handsome. He is young, too. Ageless. “I had hoped I’d get a chance to meet you,” he says, his silver eyes meeting mine as he gently bows his head to me in greeting.

The guests were too mesmerized by my ring bearer to even notice what was going on on the altar. “Lola, what’s going on? I don’t understand.” “Of course, you don’t. When have you ever understood anything other than sticking your penis into holes?” And right there, by the altar, she took both rings from Kaleb and dumped them on my hand. The ring box had a paper under but that wasn’t my priority now. “Have a wonderful day with your family instead.” She said and took off. It was then that the guests noticed what was going on.