Altmer Names Novels & Stories

The name read: ALTIR RAEN THARAN The name was a mystery to him. He searched in the archive, the name appeared on a single piece of paper, and he read: Altir Raen Tharan (40-120) was a poet, painter, philosopher and map maker in the late Asmirian Empire.

It is like he has me in a trace that I couldn’t escape. “Snowy?” his deep voice asks, and I can feel the heat rush to my cheeks. For once I don’t mind the stupid childhood nickname, as long as he is the one calling me it. “Oh, have you not met our new recruit yet? Max this is Raven, aka Snowy. Snow this is Alpha Max” Colton continues, lucky he seems oblivious to the obvious tension building between us. Hopefully, nobody else in the group notices our little stare contest.

Images of the monster's attack resurfaced, along with the pain sensation, and the mysterious voices kept reverberating on his head. 'Pull yourself together, O brave soul' Without him knowing, Lars found himself back at the white runic room. However, this time he had a clearer mind and better conscience than his last visit. Lars could feel himself moving and thinking properly, unlike the state of delirious haze he was in before. He also had a better grasp of the mysterious voice and identified it belong to a man with ethereal authority qualities. "Who is that? Who's there?" 'Fear not, child. I am the one who had bestowed upon you the power to command the truest light with the brilliance of th

That's when the most delicious smell of all hits me, it was intoxicating, and it called to me, old strong rum and lavender, it was an odd combination manly yet soft, I turned my head looking for it thinking maybe it was one of the alphas or betas sister but my eyes went straight to the eyes of Adam Lamont, one of the young alphas also leaving the camp, and I shivered, he gave nothing away he was just biting his thin lips, and staring at me with those big brown eyes that's when I heard the growl in my head Mate!

“Do you remember Almar?” He wrinkled his nose. “How could I forget? It’s one of the smelliest towns I’ve ever been to.” Despite everything, a small laugh bubbled up in my chest. “It is.” Almar was a trade town. Larger than Eldeg, though not quite as big as the major human cities. It was constantly bustling with merchants, travelers, and shifters looking to make deals. Which made it the perfect place to disappear. I met Kenan’s gaze. “What do you think about living near there?”

The identity of the name is something Altara found out in the classics. “Don't get me wrong, but your name will enlightened me up,” she explain, and he stay gazing with a serious expression. She couldn't be more wary and turn away. “The classics is something I know from the start. I thought it is strange and just a legend that is lost by time. But here I am stumble upon this place in a least expected way.” “I'm always your prince, Almiro,” he said and Altara can only gasp lightly. The name is causing her to felt relieve for something and that is a comfort after a banging of her heart. “Almiro...” she murmured, reveal her delightened.

Alfred naturally doesn’t left the young lady hanging, so he shook her hand firm, whilst smiling. “The pleasure is all mine, Young Lady Amalinde Stammler..I see that you already getting used to Aeternum Customs~..that is marvelous and commendable of you all..Since you are Young Lady, Amalinde Stammler…then this must be, Young Lady Lobelia Mudswan…Correct?..”. (Alfred) “Yes Sir, I am…Pleasure meeting you…”. (Lobelia Mudswan) “And You must be, the Young Mister Luth Alantar and also, young Mister Qekin Rivgog…correct?..”. (Alfred)

Ezecarl smiled, proud like a father, as he tapped her head. She was nicknamed A because she never failed. Every experiment made on her was successful. A, because of her name Ameira. A is also significant since she is the most influential. For a child, the very first letter is always in the lead. P R E S E N T T I M E "So did you come back here just to let me know about it or is there some other reason?" Ameira came back to reality when the old man spoke. The old man really knew her but the director only knew a part of her personality.

A few seconds later, the voices from the other room grew louder. "System active. Runes synchronized. Initiating shipment." Rayden didn't have time to copy every file, but one folder name caught his eye. [Altair Consortium - Unofficial Shipping Access] His hands froze. Altair. The name was not foreign. One of the oldest, most reclusive families in the world of cultivators. They never appeared in public, but their influence was everywhere. If the Bramastas were connected to Altair, then this conflict was no longer about a single city, but a massive network moving in the dark.

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.