Alto Valyrio Novels & Stories

From within the dust of the broken sarcophagus, stood a giant figure of a man. His long silver hair covered his broad, muscular shoulders full of sword cuts. His eyes did not emit the color of a modern wolf, but instead shone pure silver, so ancient and cruel that it made the surrounding rebels simultaneously fall to their knees due to the irresistible pressure of the primordial aura. He is Valerius The Firstborn. A former tyrant from the dark era, Alpha was a pure apocalypse herald who was sealed away because his brutality was deemed too dangerous even by the wolf race itself.

I threaten. He sighs, and quickly Yvain is stepping forward looking ready to deck me, but Alaric quickly halts her, “Yvain, it’s okay. Don’t take it personally. Valeria here is Isolde’s animai. I think you can understand why she hates me right now,” he says, looking down in shame. Yvain’s eyes widen in understanding before dipping in pity. Ugh, that look can fuck off. I don’t need it.

~Alric~ “V - valencia?” His uncle stumbled in his words as he clarified, “And how - how is Valencia supposed to prove anything?” Alric’s gaze fell on Valencia, the oldest member of their pack, a hybrid; half-wolf and half-witch. Among the council of elders, she was considered to be the wisest. They called her their healer, primarily because she was an expert at making healing potions, but Alric knew, there was so much more to her than just making elixirs.

Somewhere, deep in the heart of Valen territory, a war was brewing. And he—Lucian Wolfe, Alpha of the Eastern Highlands—was drifting further and further from the fire that had once kept him alive.

And now, apparently, a threat reborn. “He was supposed to be dead,” Valerio muttered, mostly to himself. “But he’s not,” Sera said quietly. “Which means someone helped him crawl out of whatever grave you left him in.” Valerio turned slowly, his eyes dark, rimmed with old fury. “He trafficked girls like livestock. Burned villages. Took children.” His jaw ticked. “I did what had to be done. I left his corpse in a ravine outside Naples.” Sera rose, walking toward him, bare feet soft on the marble. “Then this isn’t just war. This is personal.”

The King’s rut. “Oh, poor Atlas,” Toran muttered, lifting his glass of ale to his lips and taking a slow sip. His gaze was hard. “It was so difficult getting that vial… what a waste of a plan... She should be dead by now. But plot twists happen when it comes to that bitch.” He glanced over his shoulder, meeting Valkyrie’s eyes. “Don’t they?” Valkyrie stayed silent. The unreadable look on her brother’s face unsettled her.

She’s a famous girl from Speed section during our Junior High school days and we became casual friends because we got into the same club before, dance club. Just like the usual, everyone already started their judgments for the new faces and it was the most annoying part on the first day of the werewolves Universities. I feel bad for those who came from lower class family and get bully right away. They even bully me before since I don’t share a lot about my family in the class and never mention to them that my father is the Beta and worked for the Alpha, I don’t even know if that’s counted for something who has connections in life because as far as I remember, I never even meet the Alpha and

But one name stands out among the chaos: Legacy Vega. My heart pounds as I scroll through the information. Legacy Vega… the name is enough to make anyone with half a brain nervous. The grandson of the legendary Alpha Fenriz, Vega is barely eighteen, but the fucker’s been amassing warriors since he was a kid. He’s ruthless, dangerous, and commands respect like he’s a goddamn king. And my brother—my baby brother—was one of his warriors. I can’t fucking believe it. Aeron had always been the one who wanted out of pack life, the one who said he didn’t want the weight of our family name on his shoulders. So why the hell was he involved with someone like Legacy Vega?

Interesting. “It’s true. That was pretty awesome,” Rory replied, looking at me with a goofy grin. I narrowed my eyes at him as I took a sip of beer. What was he up to? “What about you, Soph? Do you think Rider will be a good alpha when he takes over the title in a few weeks?” Rory asked, his head tilted to the side as he waited for an answer. “Of course I do. He’s strong, smart, loyal, and caring, all characteristics of a good leader,” I blurted out and immediately covered my mouth with my hand.

“That’s not good enough. Bring him here now.” Uri nodded shakily and quickly exited the room, not daring to turn his back on his Alpha. He quickly sprinted to the infirmary block and wheeled oriental healer Frederick Gnome back to the Alpha’s wing. “What is it, Ray?” Sir Frederick had no fear of the tyrannical Alpha even though he had gotten him very close to seeing the Grim Reaper just last week. “My name is Alpha Reagan Lorde.” Reagan gritted out. “Do I need to remind you of it again, Frederick?”