Altaria Novels & Stories

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

“Lenora, meet Grimaldi’s only heir, Alpha Dorian Grimaldi.” For the first time, my attention fully shifted to the female standing by his side. Just like her father, Lenora Mendalv was quite infamous in the worst ways possible. Her sharp cat eyes met mine firmly and the ethereal beauty she carried effortlessly was enough to make any mere mortal worship the grounds she walked on. With eyes darker than her heart and straight black hair to go with, she was tarted in a white mini ball gown that did well to accentuate her slender curves and blemish free skin. In many ways, her charms were lethal, which had easily earned her the reputation as the succubus of North Creekville. Her red clad lips inch

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

A ghost of a smile was making its way on Altair's face which he covered up with a fake cough. "I said,where is that witch?" Althea hissed out, glaring up at Aric. If he didn't know of the power she held, he'd have found her expression to be funny. He shakily gulped his saliva and turned to his side, wanting to ask Altair what she meant since he was still very confused. Thankfully, Altair and Aric had a secret communication which they believed Althea had no idea about.

They asked me to follow them and turned to leave without giving anymore details. I paused for a second to think about it, but my instincts betrayed me. I followed behind them and walked into larger room, six times my size of room. A large portrait of the Alpha and a man and a woman behind him hung up in the wall. It grabbed my attention the moment I walked in. Everything about the room looked sophisticated. Obsidian carvings, an artwork that added life to the room, the floor was marbled, but somehow I could see my reflection almost clearly. The furnitures in the room and the private balcony stashed with vintage wines.

Fix all the broken things around the pack lands and removing all the rubble and broken trees. More importantly we spent it helping the families that had lost someone and supporting those that had lost their mate as that was one of the hardest things to ever having to deal with, literally loosing the other part of your soul, no one could ever fully recover from that and most chose not to stay in this world.

He growled and looked at Piper who held his wand. "Little friend, buckle up." Piper snarled to Keyton as he ran. Keyton rolled his eyes. They walked toward the hills and faced in front of the knights surrounding them. "Put the wand down, rogue!" The head warrior sneered harshly, Jayla remembered him. His name was Zerxes. "Keyton and Jayla, come here slowly." The old Alpha Matteo stepped in with the head warrior. "Don't touch our Queen!" Piper growled.

“Don’t worry. I’ll carve a permanent scar this time.” Cain swings his sword at Altarria again. She brushes it off and dashes back. He’s too fast. He’s faster than me, she thinks to herself. As Altarria drowns in her thoughts, Cain suddenly appears in front of her and succeeds inflicting damage on her right waist. Altarria groans in pain. She holds her wound as she runs away. She hides between the ruins. She tries to catch her breath.

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.