Altaïr Ibn-la'ahad Novels & Stories

Apollo was also the ruler of all of Jaellatra, and he had attained the Seventh-soul-rank within the Sage Realm… At that moment, a man donning a black cape ran in before respectfully saying, “God Lord, the Quartermains have been completely eliminated! Due to that, I believe that a few of Jaellatra’s forces will begin causing trouble in their attempt to snatch the previous turfs that the Quartermains owned!” The person speaking—who had attained the Second-soul-rank in the Sage Realm—went by the name of Hisham, and he was one of God Lord’s followers.

The older sister scowled at the little one, who rolled her eyes and giggled in response. “Alette and Adelina.” Atlas motioned to the two sisters. The six-year-old, Adelina, flashed a dimpled smile at me while Alette gave me a wary glance. “This is my true-mate, Raelynn.” “Don’t mind Alette, she worry’s too much.” Adelina snorted, smiling at Atlas and I, much more intelligent than I would’ve pegged a six-year-old. “She’s Atlas’s true-mate Alette, you know she wouldn’t hurt us.”

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

Without warning, Layla takes on her heels once more, heading straight for the castle. I'm curious to know how my subjects will react when they see me. It's been quite a while since they last saw me and I wonder if they miss me. My father was a tyrant and most subjects didn't like him, but they liked me. I hope that hasn't changed. "You are their Alpha, they can't possibly hate you" Layla points out. "Let's only hope so, Layla" In less than no time, Layla arrives at the castle and immediately the guards around see her, they bow their heads down in submission.

Ezra, who was sitting beside me, got up from his chair and extended a hand to the Lycan, shaking it. “I believe that you of all people should be aware of my support for Mikhail.” Ezra answered, raising an eyebrow at Killian. “The main question is why are YOU here? I believe that you are a rival?” “Yes, I was a rival to Mikhail’s father, but that does not mean that I have to be toward his son. You know, a family rival can end somewhere, and I choose for it to end with his father.” Killian said, looking at Mikhail who frowned at the sight of the Lycan. Ezra put his hand on his chest, pushing him back.

“We are aware of the rejection, Alpha. We witnessed the backlash among the staff. We know her quarters were relocated. And we are aware of the ongoing conflict between you.” Good. Let the whole house know she no longer ruled beside me. “And we are also aware,” she continued, “that the cause of this… shift… has a name.” I felt the tension coil in Elijah beside me. “Aria,” Elder Vellan said. “A slave… an Alpha born as we were told… but nevertheless, nothing more than a slave.” My wolf snarled beneath my skin, but I didn’t react. I wasn’t going to give them that sense of satisfaction just yet.

A faint glimmer of hope begins to spark within me, tentative but present. Before I can gather my thoughts, a tall figure stands from the circle, his eyes sharp and assessing but kind. He walks toward me with a grace that speaks of both power and purpose, the kind that only comes from years of command. His cloak shifts in the early morning light, revealing dark green markings of trees and rivers, an homage to the lands we’re hiding within. He halts a few steps away, and to my surprise, bows deeply. "Princess Maerilee," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble. "I am Caelan Stormrider, a spy for Altinna and the leader of a resistance force here in Oceana."

his voice lowered at the memory haunting him. “what happend next?” I said feeling breathless.His eyes didn’t smile, they went cold “Then the illusion cracked. The smell of flowers turned to the scent of a week-old corpse. So I cut it down and behind it, the shadows parted and Zaahir Stepped forward and blocked my part” A shiver went down my spine, this was terrifyingly interesting. “He was an Ifrit of the old world, towering, his skin the color of cooled lava, bronzed armour and eyes like two dying suns with spiral horns on his head”

"You know that it is in your best interest not to lie to me." "Fine." I huff as I am about to toss the damn thing out of the window, yet I continue, "Roberto does perhaps got a case of Blood Lust." "Perhaps? Or does he?" "He does. We are on our way to find him. Alatar is with us at present to show us where we can find him." "Who the fuck is Alatar." I cannot help but chuckle, for I know already what the man's reaction is going to be. "Alatar is a Warlock."

Beneath the black armor layered with wolfsbane and dark silver, great power pulsed wildly. Algebar De Rigel. Orion's new leader. Stronger, more dangerous, and more ruthless than any enemy they had ever faced. He raised his hand, and the ground beneath their feet trembled. Waves of poison energy spread, making the air feel heavy and suffocating. "You think you can stop us?" His voice was deep, echoing throughout the terrain. "You, three half-human, half-beast creatures, dare to go against the will of the world?" Altair took a step forward, his teeth clenched tightly.