Altaïr Ibn-la'ahad Novels & Stories

warriors to be on a 24/7 watch around every person you hold dear to you. I hope you don’t mind but when I got your phone number and address I used your last name and looked you up.” She came over and sat down next to me, “You stalked me?” She giggled a little. “Well, I wouldn’t necessarily call it stalking, but I definitely looked into your background.” I grabbed her hand and stroked the top of it with my thumb, “I’ll make sure no harm comes to your family. I promise, Tyler.” She grabbed a strand of her pony tail and started twirling it in her fingers, “What is a Luna?” Her question kind of took me by surprise but I was happy that she was asking more about my people and traditions, “A Luna

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.

“He didn’t, he was still receiving payments for her up until she turned eighteen just under a year ago.” “Fuck…and she wouldn’t have found her mate yet either, not until she turns nineteen anyway.” I replied, deep in thought. “Keep looking, something will turn up.” I had told him, the lack of information only making me more convinced that something wasn’t right. Tonight’s events confirmed my suspicion. The wolf who could hide his scent, Adrian, was connected to the rogue leader, I was sure of it. Not only that, but he had some sick infatuation with Maia.

A man dressed in a blue and black uniform stood at the widely opened gate; Caitlyn guessed the man was his gatekeeper. Immediately the gate opened, he ignited his car's engine and moved his car with such force that Caitlyn fell to the floor, again. “I'm sorry, sir! I'm so sorry,” she watched his gatekeeper apologise while bowing. He ignored the man and simply drove in. Caitlyn rushed over to the gatekeeper. “Can you let me in, please?” she pleaded shamelessly with a smile.

"You still let that thing in the house?" "That thing will eat your face off," Trace said, walking in behind Karl. "Rhychard, what's going on?" The elf walked in behind Trace, but remained quiet, glancing once at Kree and then back to Rhychard, waiting. :Is he talking to you?: Rhychard sent to Kree. :He is, Warrior. His name is Halafarin, a Warrior of the Way. He is here hunting the aswang we were searching for. He has been hunting her for almost a century.:

The heavy iron doors groaned as they were pushed open, not by a hand, but by a localized blizzard. A man walked in, his armor made of translucent, blue ice that never melted. He was tall, his skin the color of a winter sky, and his eyes were two frozen sapphires that held no warmth. He didn't bow to Killian. He didn't even acknowledge the warriors who stood with their hands on their blades. "Alpha Killian Blackwood," the man said, his voice sounding like ice cracking on a lake. "I am Haden, the First Claw of the Frostbite Kingdom. My King, Ragnar the Eternal, sends his... curiosity."

His long brown hair in a tousled half updo brushed his shoulders as he moved, a pale scar carved across one amber eye fixed sharply on them. Rey deduced he was the Alpha from the way he carried himself with a quiet air of dominance tucked beneath a wall of indifference. He crossed the room in a few strides, flanked by a man in a decorated uniform that reminded her too much of Iver's. "Alpha Orion," Aleksandr said, his voice deep and edged with intrigue. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" ***

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

“It’s time I stop waiting for Selene to do what she was clearly too pathetic to finish. If Liam wants to play Alpha in the safety of his walls, then let him. I’ll tear him apart where he thinks he’s untouchable. And I will be sure that it is done where everyone will see him breaking.” Marcellus stiffened. “What are you saying?” I turned, eyes gleaming. “I’m saying it’s time I reveal myself to him. Not as an enemy in the shadows, but as his rival in the human world. Business. Power. Status. That’s where it will hurt him most. I’ll dismantle him piece by piece until his throne is nothing but ash. And I will be sure that he knows who he is dealing with.” Alaria will be my final victory.

Then I saw them. A dozen black-cloaked warriors emerged from the trees, moving in unison, each one carrying the same insignia on their shoulder. And in front of them… Alpha Kael. “Father…” His blade was drawn, his eyes burning silver as he walked into the chaos without fear. “Late, but not dead,” he growled as he reached me. “You didn’t start the party without me, did you? I thought that you would be a little more weary about the enemies that were around.”