Altaïr Ibn La Ahad Face Novels & Stories

I hold his face then my eyes change into a fiery red. I looked deep down in his mind and I saw a young ash grey wolf with green eyes in hibernation. I saw Altaire's face light up when I projected in his mind the image of his wolf. I smiled at him and my eyes turned to their normal color before Altaire open his eyes. He smiled at me with wide eyes open. "Is he my wolf, Luna?" he asked. I nodded my head and rubbed his hair. "He looked so handsome and badass just like me," he said. I laughed at him.

Pausing to give her a lingering study. He’s goading her. Alazar cast him a knowing glance. “Fortunately, I’m no simpering creature.” She said acidly. Bast quirked a brow. “Are you trying to read my thoughts?” She snapped, enraged. He turned his body to gesture to Alazareth. Failing to answer the question. “Elsabet, this is my brother, Alazareth Bodane.” Yes, he was. Alazareth hid a smile. As he fetched himself a glass of Sebastian’s fantastic sherry.

“I’ve heard about you.” Kael didn’t respond. The stranger gave a small nod, as if confirming something to himself. “My name is Alaric,” he said. “Alpha of the Ironwood Territory.” A ripple of reaction moved through the pack. Even Kael’s expression tightened slightly. Elara didn’t recognize the name, but the response around her told her enough. This was someone important. Someone powerful. “Your territory is two mountain ranges away,” Kael said. “You didn’t come here for a visit.”

What I need to do is to trust him and support him as any Luna would. The celebration began. Fabian Gray arrived midway. Ben escorted him to our table. “Alpha Alaric, Luna Erin.” He addressed us. Alaric nudged me when I gawked at the man. He was so different from what I had in mind. Warlocks, for me, possess dark magic and look downright nasty, but Fabian Gray was eye candy. He has the face of an angel. He was so dreamy that I almost sighed at the sight of him.

“You really thought you were a mastermind, didn’t you? Stealing weapons, playing the rogue hero. Look at you now. Pathetic.” But just as Tethys’s mocking laughter echoed in the cavernous space, an unexpected noise broke the stillness. Outside, a massive rumble shook the cliffs, followed by a low, resonant voice that seemed to vibrate the very stone beneath my boots. Zaahir. The mighty Ifrit, ruler of the flames, stood at the base of the cliffs with a vast swarm of lesser fire spirits at his command. His towering figure exuded a raw, primal power, and his great horns gleamed brightly even in the dim light of the gorge.

In response to Archi, Alarik smiled broadly showing a row of teeth. Alaric is really adorable, his attitude is very much the same as Alea. The boy is sweet and caring, although sometimes stubborn when he wants something. But his face and posture are different. Can Archi guess that his eyes and body posture are the same as his father's – which until now Archi doesn't know.

“I watched my father torturing two salamanders. Their names were Aktaeon and Nalini. I don’t know if you know them, but—” She stopped. Gildeon had gone still. His jaw clenched. The line of his shoulders tightened, and something dark flickered behind his eyes. She hit a nerve. That much was clear. “How—” he muttered. “How do you know those names? Who is your father?” Arah tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, gaze dropping to her lap. “I’m the youngest daughter of Lothair,” she said quietly. “He was a commander back then, but from the last memories I’ve seen… I think he’s the general of the sylph army now.”

Reflexively, he was about to pull the hands off of him but then, sparks erupted, as the hair on his skin tingled. "Mate..," He whispered while Althea's eyes widened like she had seen a ghost. Altair turned around as he stare at the one whom he believed was his mate. It was one of the witches who had an eerie smile on her face but the thing was that, this one seemed more powerful and more dangerous.

Matt said with black eyes as the man pulled him off the bloody Vampire moaning on the floor. "I think you showed him that wasn't going to be allowed ever again. What is your name, boy?" "Matt!" My brother puffed his chest at the man. "A protector with a good noble name. And you." He looked at my other brother. "Ivan." "Ivan the great. My name is Alfi. I'm a leader of the elves here, and we like to try and keep the peace. Let me buy you all a drink as an apology." He looked to me and my eyes smiled at him. He had light purple eyes and pointy ears. He was handsome and I could tell he was kind.

The room became too quiet, and the people who met with Bethal were staring at the two of them. The female Alpha called Ahbaya stared at Accashia. Ahbaya’s hair was gold and so were her eyes. Everything about her looks refined, and she was glowing. Her body was muscled and her shoulders were broad. And yet her femininity is oozing. Even Accashia was intrigued. While Levi, the giant human sips his tea and winces. It's bitter, and he's sure the honey's sunken to the bottom. He stands up, unsteady at first, then makes eye contact with the King of the East, Bathal.